our bed. The idea being that they might stay folded (if you bother to
fold them when you put them in) and you can find what you need.
When I was putting my clothes away this morning one of the bags was
laying on the bed. I started to get annoyed because I thought Ari had
put his pants in one of my bags with my pants. I opened up to remove
the pants that I assumed were mine only to realize they were all
Ari's. Apparently we both own one pair brown cords, and two pairs of
jeans. If I took up wearing only black T-shirts we would be one step
from the matching sweatsuits that my aunt is always worried we will
start wearing to the airport.
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