Unpacking the box, I had the follow to say (to the clothes, logically):
"Winter coat... meh, you're ugly and too big. Will need to replace you one day."
"Hey ND and UC sweatshirts, you're nice and warm, welcome to my closet."
"Pizza scarf! How are you doing!? I've missed you so much! You need a better nickname than "pizza scarf" or "disease scarf." It's not your fault you attract pizza crusts and sickness like nobody's business. No harm, I still love you."
"White fleece! Hey! And your cousin red fleece! Nice to see you, good times ahead fellas."
"Sweater-coat! Oh, sweater-coat. I love you. Man, I love you. You're kinda ratty and getting a bit old, but I don't care if you still need to be fastened with a brightly-colored paper clip, you cover my ass and keep me warm all winter. Plus, you have a hood! I shall love you forever, really."
Yeah, all of those thoughts popped into my brain. Then I thought, "My god, I'm insane". Then I thought, "Ok, yes, I am insane, and I should definitely write that shit down."
Voila.
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