Sometimes I see Maggie wearing an old shirt or whatever and I think to myself that maybe we should retire that garment.
But some pieces I know she likes because she wears them near regularly.
But then again when I see a particularly tattered pair of leggings, for example, come down the laundry shute I inadvertently drop them into the black hole abyss where they’re never to be seen or heard from again.
Nobody tell her this. If she ever becomes a social media archaeologist she’ll find out all on her own.
I also sometimes wonder if my parents had their own version of the laundry blackhole.
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