Stolen or Strayed?

Two days ago I lost a sweater I had just fallen in love with. I had peeled it off at the gym while walking the track. Five minutes later, when I reached into the pigeon hole where I left it, all I felt was air. All the other holes were full of people’s clothes, but somebody took a fancy to my gray tweedy mix, thin soft wool GAP sweater that fit loosely and well and just melted against me. I had only purchased it from the Goodwill two days before, and had hardly got to know it, but I would have preferred it if the culprit had taken my watch.