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I lugged myself back to my dorm tiredly, threw my bag across the bed, and walked back out of my door nearly into a pile of stuff.
Stuff?
“Free stuff,” said the haphazardly scrawled scraps of paper stuck across the various items. Writer’s imagination kicked in. Jilted lover throwing out memories? Student studying abroad who couldn’t be arsed to deal with the things he left behind? Winter cleaning? Rich kid who replaced old things with new?
Who cares? said my scavenger’s mind, which whirled into analytical mode– roller nightstand, cute, but scratched up, and impractical since my tiny double was already of below-average size; giant plastic container to fit under bed, possible; stapler (took); three bracelets of dubious quality (taken to be used as bead fodder for future jewelry projects); jewelry box with angels on it, too tacky; and wait a second.
