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I just don't want to use you anymore. It's not personal. You did a great job these past couple months. You withstood some heavy shit. Tights and boots, you together worked miracles through salt and slush. Gloves, I commend that you remain in my possession. Bravo. Applause all around. I am just sick of the sight of you all. You're all slouched in my room right now and I cringe at the thought of having to wear you again. I yearn to put you away in a dark place and never have to pull you out again. YEARN.

Someone's who skin has turned green from winter fatigue.

PS: Scarves, you get a pass. I dig you 4lyfe, through all the seasons.

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