There's nothing quite as disheartening as having someone rumage through your clothes, explaining why they're not going to buy most of it. Out of two heaping grocery bags of primo garments, all they take is a pseudo-tye dye Led Zeppelin shirt (hey, you know I love Jimmy Page and company, but I refuse to be one of those college kids that go around
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