Strewn in a soggy line in the middle of a road near my house lay various items of somebody's abandoned clothes.

Their placement showed the method of their delivery to this doom, and every day that I drove past them I imagined a great gray garbage bag full of socks, scarves and knick-knacks hanging over the side of some pickup truck, its cargo slowly dripping onto the pavement.

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