Doing laundry, I noticed the sleeve of a shirt was wrapped around a pair of shorts. The phrase “strangle hold” immediately came to mind. A battle of laundry swiftly ensued as the socks pounced on the jeans. The baseball shirts all fought as a team as if everything else were the umps. The board shorts retained their non partizan chill until rib knits began throwing things. The static ballistics all crackled and screamed as I tried to break up the fight. And in a moment I realized I was nuts thinking my clothes could have fights.
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