"Sure, my husband works late, comes home drunk smelling like cheap gin and his secretary, sends my best friend Judy a check every month for some reason (who happens to have a son who looks curiously just like him, though her own husband was away in the war for 4 years so figure that out), makes me put a bag over my head and cries after sex, we can't have children and our poodle ran away but by god I have my towels! My beautiful, perfectly folded at right angles, color-coded towels! They're always here for me, they love me unconventionally and are absorbent when I cry myself to sleep at night! DON'T LOOK AT MY TOWELS! They're mine, do you hear me? MINE! I love you, towels, and no one will ever take you away from me...But I love you more, Valium."
"Walking On Sunshine" by Katrina and the Waves.
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