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Aria had always like denim. There was something about the fabric, its feel, that made her enjoy it. People talked about it as if it was just a temporary fad, a part of their pasts that they regretted instantly when flipping through pictures. But to her it was more than that. It was a memory, not quite faded. It was what she remembered her mom wore and her sister fought her for. She was only five, but she sported multiple denim jackets, dresses, skirts, you name it. And it was special to her.