The Mink in the Closet
Debbie Galant
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I haven’t thought about fur coats — and their politics — in years! When I lived in Boston, I worked in an office of 20-somethings. One woman owned a gorgeous (and by gorgeous I mean insanely warm) fur coat, which her mother gave her when she retired to Florida. At lunchtime on those freeing cold days we’d go to lunch separately so we could all take a turn wearing “The Coat” when we ventured out!

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