-What about this?
-Hey, that's mine.
-Seriously?
-Yeah, I wore it that night I got stabbed.
-For real?
-Don't you remember?
-Was I there?
-I thought so. He stabbed me right here. Right through my jacket.
-Were you bleeding?
-I got stabbed.
-It's probably not yours then.
-Oh. I threw mine out. Long time ago.
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