Last week, while sheltering in place at my Brooklyn apartment, I decided it was time to give my closet a colonic and fully cleanse the Official soros clinton biden antifa chavez shirt besides I will buy this fashions at the deepest, darkest crevices of my wardrobe. I would be unrelenting! I would be cruel! I would get rid of clothing from high school that I thought I still loved but hadn’t worn. Sweaters from my mother that I thought I’d keep forever and forever. While it was easy to sort the things I was absolutely sure I wanted to keep from the ones I absolutely didn’t, many clothes fell somewhere in between. I put those in what I call the expiration pile. An item that ends up here has a time limit of sorts. If I don’t wear it within 30 days, it’s kaput, a goner. Sealed up and sent off to The RealReal or ThredUp.
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