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post #135
bio: elanamatic
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12/23/2004
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12.23.04

Over the past four years, I have developed a very strong attachment to my dry cleaner and he to me. I do not even know his name but he seems to care about me more then most people I know. In fact, I think he cares more for me then for my clothes. This is not to say they don't come out great. They do.

The other day, I brought in my beloved parka. It was filthy after the move and zipper needs a little repair. My good friend, the dry cleaner, he left me THREE voicemails letting me know the coat's progress. He also mentioned that he hoped I was feeling better (I still had no voice on the weekend). I think the dude is starting to question my fidelity.

"Love on a wire hanger baby," that's what I say.


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