I had three bags of my old clothes.
2 were being donated to the poor
And the other was being put in the trash because well those clothes in the bag were just ruined.
But then that bag tried to disguise itself as a donating bag. The next morning I went down to see it sitting happily next to the other two bags and seemed to be having a wonderful chat with them.
I went down and kneeled next to it. "I'm real sorry Mr. Bag but your going to have to go back with the trash, I feel horrible about it but it has to be done." I carefully brought it back over to where the trash was and went to the couch to sit with my mom woh was giving me a what-the-hell look.
But I can't help it! I care for bags!
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