Taking down the walls

I was with my grandchildren and we were getting ready to go out when they remarked on how they liked my leather jacket.
“I like both of yours too,” I said, “but, mine is not leather.”
“Neither is mine,” they both responded. We laughed.
Fake leather has its . . .


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