This untamed pile of papers, disks, locks, cords, bags, and used batteries reeks of amateur hoarding. Here on my floor is the assembly information for a desk and chair I had in college, the booklet that came with a TV I gave away last spring, the receipt for those speakers that broke, a mouse pad I haven't used in four years, random wires that go to nothing, the packaging material for my smoke alarm, and six floppy disks from middle and high school marked "Do Not Discard"...that I will now be discarding. (Sorry, teenage self, but without a floppy disk reader, it is worthless to keep your 10th grade science fair project papers. Plus, if I wanted to know that RoundUp weed killer wasn't harmful to humans, I could just check the label. Or the website.)
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