Just stuff for this essay I have to write
You'd have thought after 18 years of living together we'd see eye-to-eye. Well, that's not exactly the case.
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I go through my closet like...like something in search of long-neglected clothes. Time hasn't been kind to some of them. I throw the ones I no longer wear over my shoulder and onto the bed behind me. I shove the towels and pillowcases aside and reach for the thick blankets I know the kids' love. I grab a couple of the stuffed animals I have wedged at the back of my closet and hurl them towards the bed. The pile just keeps getting bigger. They'll like that.
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[EWWW The funky spaghetti's getting really funky.]