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Unpacking is a pain. I've spent three hours going through boxes, trying to put things away, and I'm still left with a box--the dreaded box of miscellany. It's all of the stuff that I packed, yet have no idea why I packed them...
I'm certain the dreaded box of miscellany will sit in the corner of my bedroom and the contents will asexually reproduce so when I go back into it in a month or two, the contents will be full of things that I never knew I had or I wanted to have.
I'm certain the dreaded box of miscellany will sit in the corner of my bedroom and the contents will asexually reproduce so when I go back into it in a month or two, the contents will be full of things that I never knew I had or I wanted to have.