Is to admit you have a problem... well, we're not talking about my problems right now. I finally put all my clothes in the closet, dress, jackets, suits and jerseys...everything. All my clothes smell like Tiffany. Or what I perceive to be the scent of Tiffany. My closet smells like Tiffany. And on top of everything else, I brought Sox and Bailey's hair with me from NYC too...attached to my clothes. Wish I had the cats too, not just the hair.
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