The truly terrible state of the carpet in my (about to be) old apartment makes me feel like a bad person.
I like to tell myself that this discoloration is the result of a life lived vibrantly and well, but that is probably just what I tell myself to make myself feel better.
However, I take solace in the fact that the saddest thing would be to move out of a place and to have left it in pristine condition.
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