I pulled all the clothes out of my closet that I hadn't worn in the two years I have lived here. It was hard to let go off the pair of bluejeans I wore in high school that had zippers at the ankles. I wore those jeans when I hung out with the journalism boys, my heros.
I don't really know. Maybe just the things I can't live without, the memories I can't leave behind.
I have clothes that remind me of things too...and I just can't bring myself to get rid of them, even though I'll probably never wear them again (e.g. snakeskin hotpants, pink/black checkerboard Vans, furry dice hat...you know, the essentials. Hahaha!).
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I don't really know. Maybe just the things I can't live without, the memories I can't leave behind.
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