I found an old journal today, one that was given to me when I was about eight or nine I think. I was cleaning out my closet in preparation of actually putting clothes *into* it, rather than on chairs or hooks or my bed or on top of the laundry hamper, or my favorite, in the dirty clothes or even better, in the dryer! Yes...I know. I'm bad. I'm a
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