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‘She tapped her foot at a quick pace against the old hardwood floors, rolling her weight back on the other foot causing the board underneath to let out a groan that mimicked her own sentiment. It was a hard decision. Both options sucked.
The closet should have been full. Everything from winter jackets to summer dresses hung within. There should"ve been options but right now it was just the two lonely sweaters.
Two of the most awful sweaters she"d ever seen.
One day she"d shoved them into the trashcan, smashing the lid shut and stomped back to her closet, only to find them hanging there again. She went so far as to put them in a dumpster down the street. But they would always return, on those same hangers, plaguing her.
She forced her foot to still and dragged a hand over
