At four this morning, I woke up in a cold sweat from a dream that I stumbled across all the body parts of Allen Cummings in a field and began sewing him together as he taunted me about my messy stitching. It was then that I decided today would be the day I would begin picking my clothes off my floor and hanging them so that none of my sweaters ever come apart at the seams.
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