Won't you pour me a Cuban Breeze Gretchen.
There's a cupboard, it's untidy and cluttered and it hasn't been sorted out properly for 17 years; stuff just keeps getting thrown in there. It's long overdue a clean up. Except, trying to sort it out would not only take time, but would involve decisions on what to keep and what not to keep. A lot of what's in there is from another period, more than one period, and thrown there in another life, one before magazines and books came on the scene. It no longer fits anymore.
The easiest way to sort this out is to not bother and just to burn the whole lot; start with a clean shirt and work out what lies ahead. Burn the lot. Burn the lot.
So that's what I did.
New shirt.
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