I get attached to frivolous things like t-shirts. Band shirts in particular. Recently I was forced to make the hard decision on which ones I would retire. It is usually an easy, logical decision. Too many holes from my belt, no longer fits well, tears in the armpits, etc... There was one shirt in particular that didn't have any obvious flaws. Fit alright, no holes, logo of a really obscure band that doesn't exist anymore. It was basically perfect. But I let it go. It wasn't mine anymore. I think about it from time to time, and hope that it is well taken care of.
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