I did something crazy tonight.
What?
Maybe not crazy, just something I thought I would never do.
What?
Remember that one shirt that I had that I really like but it didn't go with any of my ties?
The club shirt?
Yeah.
Yeah, I remember it.
Well, I haven't worn it, you know, since everything happened.
Why not?
Because it still had the dry cleaning tags on it. Basically meaning that you were alive the last time I wore it.
Oh.
So anyway, I just decided to wear it to dinner. I ripped the tags off. When I did, you were more gone.
More gone?
I don't know.
I don't know anything anymore. My life has no meaning, other than dry cleaning tags.
This is boring.
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