You were, in short, great. I think I bought you in the 7th grade, at Old Navy. I remember re-sewing the strap a couple times. I'm sorry I let the guys who robbed me take you away (and probably dump you somewhere, empty and alone), but there was a gun. I hope you understand.
Love,
Your friend in basic herringbone fashion
EDIT--
You have been recovered! Forlorn in a bush near the crime scene, a lovely officer brought you back at 2AM.
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Herringbone triumphs! Must be meant to be....
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