What might this be? Is this an eviction or a house cleaning? The couch, it’s definitely ready to go. The clothes less so.
Looking closer, that would look good in my house. Oh where is a pick-up truck when you need one. If only I had Don’s cell phone number.
Then again, this will not last long and Don lives far, far away. The urban rats will cart off the couch, by hand if need be.
The clothes, I went through them by hand. Not much. Not like the sweet leather jacket I found once. That street find kept me warm, all the way to Peace Corps Russia.
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