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In the timeless words of Clint Black, "summer's comin'" and today I began my yearly task of weeding out my closet. I don't know what possessed me to buy half the stuff that was in there...do I really need five red t-shirts? And was I not aware that boatneck tops are particularly unflattering to my ample cleavage? However, I did manage to weed out a pile of stuff for donation, after which I promptly hauled my ass to the nearest shopping center. Recidivist? Surely you jest...