I flipped rummaged through our collection of plastic bags, I found myself on a time trip. As the bags parted without resistance to my clumsy plundering fingers, one by one, each of them crackled for me to stop. And I did so rather often, considering our escapades with each retro red, blue and white.
What a trip it was, with flashing images of the things we bought and places we combed filling my MTV mind. It must have been this feeling of cluttered excitement that ignited the Closet Auntie bomb in me.
Ah well, here goes another whirlwind of hair and dust.
JKLM
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