A while back I told you about some rotten person who stole David's NAVY bootcamp sweatshirt right out of the washing machine, never to be seen again.
Well, today David got a package from one of his friends (whom I have met) and I called David at work to tell him that he had a package waiting for him. He called me back and told me to open it for him.
After peeling back about 8 layers of clear packing tape, I opened up the box to find a brand new very large NAVY bootcamp sweatshirt.
My eyes teared up, and it made me think of when I got the first version of that sweatshirt years ago. Feels like home being in it. David said he called his friend the night the sweatshirt was stolen so I could have a new one. It's not the fact I got a new sweatshirt that makes me happy, it's the fact that Dave would think to call his friend to have him go get me a new one that means so much.
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