Ow.
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For the last 72 hours I’ve been on a tear, ripping through every room of my condo, weeding out the things that I have no intention of moving to Washington with me next month… and in the process, I believe I have broken the Theory of Relativity – there is no way that one person can have amassed this amount of crap in just one condo.
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