Is it me or is the clearance clothing bin slightly depressing? I cannot help but sympathize with the innocent, mangled clothes that lay at the bottom of the bin. How did they end up there? Will anyone ever take them home? Are they doomed to an eternity of loneliness, florescent lights and tight conditions? Sure there are some items that are hopeless, but there most certainly are some gems. My point is, the next time you walk by the clearance bin just take a look. If not for me, do it for the homeless garments that lay hungry for touch at the bottom of the bin.
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