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Black kid got his jacket stolen
When I was young I bought a Italian leather jacket. As I grew older I outgrew this nice jacket and I couldn't wear it open.
Where I worked I had made friends with a young short thin black man from New York City. I gave it to him and he loved it. His aunt was a tailor and she sewed new pockets in the coat and he really was proud of it. It did look good on him even if it was a bit too big.
He went back to New York to visit his family and in the parking lot of New York airport he was robbed at gun point. They stole his money, credit cards and the jacket I had given him.
** happens.
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