most clothes come and go and don't rise to the level something that qualifies as a thing to be gotten ridden of under the unwritten rules of the stuff project. This sweater is an exception only because it's made the family rounds as a favorite sweater. First Abby, then Emma, now me. It's a perfect sweater in fact, almost knee length, great color, a soft wool blend, but it's completely trashed. Off to the ragpickers at last.
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