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Hearing - January 28, 2009 - Part 2

“Is this your house?” I say slipping off my Chuck Taylors, and resting them near the pile of shoes that has formed in the tile entryway.

“No,” you say, “It’s my parent’s house… they’re letting me crash here so I can save up to buy my own place.”

“Cool. Nice sweater, by the way,” I say.

“You like it?" you say. I nod and smile: your sweater is grey wool with red and blue snowflakes covering your upper chest and shoulders. You look like you've walked out of a Swedish Christmas catalog from the '80s.

You smile proudly. "I just found it today at a thrift store. Three bucks for this!” you say, pointing at your chest.

“Great find,” I say. “I like to go thrifting myself.”

“Well, you’ve got to check out the Goodwills around here…” you say as someone calls you from the living room. You turn your head, and then look back at me—“I’ve got to check on that. Just head on into the living room whenever you’re ready. Put your coat anywhere,” you say, already walking away.

Hearing - January 28, 2009 - Part 2