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cleansing soul

I will clean out my closet more than once a month, yet I am too afraid to let go of a lot of things because I am so attached. Most of the clothes in there, I won't even wear more than once. I feel it is pointless to hold on to these things that take up so much space. My mom says she wants to sell them at the flea market, but I would much rather give them to my friends or cousins. Although I would like to make some money, nothing gives me a better satisfaction than giving it away to someone I know will wear and appreciate it. It makes me ten times more happy to give it away than to wait on ebay or some other site until someone decides to buy it. 
Also, Pulp Fiction in Spanish is hilarious! It is one of my favorite movies, which I always hoped to watch in Spanish. I know the DVD doesn't have it, and one of the channels on my cable provider showed it on Friday so I made sure to record it. My mom can finally watch it in hopes of understanding it. (I highly doubt it though, no one ever gets it the first time.)

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