I’m going through my room and getting rid of crap I haven’t seen in years. My sister has decided to do the same. This process has led to a hot game of pogs, a concert with a “Music Maker” harp thing, trying on dresses we haven’t seen in years, and tossing almost all of my high school notes that I had held onto for some reason. This process has also led to an increased amount of yelling from my parents as my room gets messier from me sorting stuff.
I hate the cleaning process.
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