Today, I ruined a good sweater. I was walking Warden and Regrette and decided to take a detour, on account of the street bread. We walked through tall grass and twigs, leaves, and dead birds--Warden took great interest in the birds! When we got back to the apartment, I found my sweater was covered in burrs. Hundreds of burrs. There were no burrs on Regrette and Warden, thankfully, but the sweater was one of my favorites. I spent the entire afternoon trying to pick the burrs from the sweater, but there were too many. I got emotional. I even cried. I threw my sweater away. Then, I took it out from the trash and tried to pick more burrs from it, and threw it away again. It's in the trashcan now, and I'll probably take it out and try again, and get upset again and maybe, I'll take the scissors to it and cut it into tiny strips and throw it in separate trashcans. Maybe, I'll throw the bits of sweater in dumpsters around the city. Yes, that's what I'll do. I'll do that now. I feel like I could throw up. Throw in the towel.
Oh, burrs are burrdens!!!
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