No, not that closet. Left you a while ago.
I'm talking to the actual closet attached to the bedroom which I currently inhabit.
Closet, why are you so full of things that aren't mine? A wedding dress, a box of Josef's primary grade artwork, a "hope chest" of sister's things from before she ran away, winter coats from the 80's and 90's, countless Rubbermaid totes containing only the Lord knows what, and boots. Oh my gosh, boots! Nobody wears these boots. Ever. Why are they in my closet? This is ridiculous.
Tato, I will not clean up this mess. It is not mine. Mine is confined to some stray laundry on the floor of the closet and a dresser.
I'm also not cleaning your basement for you. Not going there. Not even sorry.
Also... there are a lot of moths in this closet. Eep. Hope they don't get into my stuff.
Yuck,
Peat
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