On quite a foolish whim, especially for a woman of my age, I did the unthinkable. Yes, yes, I counted my scarves. And, unfortunately, it seems I have a serious problem. Perhaps so serious that I may need to seek help.
As it turns out, I have nearly thirty. How did this happen? Why did such a terrible thing happen to such a nice girl? And what will the neighbors think?
If I wanted to, I could wear a different scarf for every day of the month! Or I could wear them all at once and never need a coat again! Or I could tie them together and climb out of my window to the ground.
So, if you are ever in need of a gift idea/wonder what the heck is wrong with me, it is always scarves.
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