I have a new hat.
It is a black trilby with a cream ribbon around it.
When I first bought my hat, which was on a Friday, I imagined life in my new hat, things we would do, people we would meet, places we would go to.
My new life in my new hat.
How I would laugh in my new hat.
In my new hat I would dance around pubs where people would try and borrow it so that they too could delight in a life with such a hat.
One day I will lose this hat on a bus.
Because that is what happens.
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