Before I opened the box, I knew what was in there
Last week, I had some free time and decided to tackle it.
I pulled the offending pieces of luggage out of the suitcase closet, which is in a small storage room. As I organized the suitcases that weren’t getting tossed, my younger son took the suitcases destined for the dumpster. He was happy to participate in this task; he hates any sort of clutter. Leaving the room, he gestured to the opposite side, and asked, “Will you do that closet, too?”
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