He made it himself. He knits. It's a huge hat. I don't like it. I won't put it in my drawer because that means I own it. So it lies on my bureau, taking up space. I'm beginning to resent that hat even though it was a kind gesture.
Greetings from the Jersey shore. Read my little life vignettes at your leisure. May they serve as a rude awakening or a powerful sleep aid.
Rock forth.
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