Tim has the other set of keys to my storage unit, and kindly offered to mail a care package. I was thinking heated gloves, a couple tools, and maybe some tights or one of my scarves...but it quickly became apparent this would be an exercise in tearing out my hair on Skype. I hadn't been confronted with the visage of what I'd left behind in months. All the stuff I didn't want to buy again, it's waiting for my return like a hungry lioness about to pounce.
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