My dear friend Sholeh called me the other day to ask me if I wanted to go through a giant bag of clothes she was getting rid of. She said, “I’m just trying to let go of things,” as I was thinking about how I could get my ass down to Los Angeles and go through her stuff (she’s got great style). I’m not exactly a hoarder, but I’m also terrible …
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