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It's a sad day when you wake up to go to work, go to put on your favorite new coat, and realize that you sat in something extremely gross in the cab ride home the night before. Even sadder, to think that anyone will care enough to read about it. I'm bored. Humor me. I will spare the details, but the dry cleaner was appalled and instructed me to go home immediately to try to scrub it out with cold, ONLY cold water, no soap, no soap. She looked at me with sympathy in her eyes, telling me to bring it back immediately after the coat seemed to "brighten up." I almost feel like I should be at home looking after it, like she suggested, waiting for its mood to elevate, making sure that it's not getting too much sun in the kitchen (*no heat, no heat,* she said). Instead, I am at work on my 5th to last day, waiting for a client to call, who won't because it's the weekend before Christmas. I will be working on some personal things very soon, as soon as I'm done writing about my favorite, yet smelly, green coat. Stop reading. This is boring. Here is a photo of my favorite green coat before she or I knew what was to come. From here on, I will call her Lulu.
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