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My American Jacket

Grease the film is showing in the cinema We pile in to see this magical musical bobby socks and swing dresses The next day I go to the shop and buy my American high school jacket The jacket has navy sleeves, the front and back are red. I put the jacket on, I run my hands down the sleeves the brushed cotton is thrilling me I swirl around in front of the mirror, my hair tied in a high ponytail My short red skirt matches the white blouse, for I think I look like Sandra Dee

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