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I’m only twenty-seven years old, but in that time I’ve collected an amount of shit. This is all the more apparent as we start to receive wedding gifts and attempt to fit them into our one-bedroom apartment (which was already full of stuff). It feels so good to just throw things out (and by throw out I mean recycle, donate, or throw out). Yet keeping the apartment from bursting at the seams remains a Sisyphean task. I need to start getting aggressive with the process. Do I need this shirt from high school I haven’t worn since then?