Double standards

I've written this as my son, Kent, tells the story, in his own words:

I came home really mad. Somebody had ripped off my navyblue down vest from my gym locker while I had been having a wrestling team picture taken. The coach said, "Tough luck." He didn't think I would ever see it again. How could I pick out my vest from the dozens of guys wearing the same color?

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