Ah, trash day. The one day of the week that we all shove our refuse to the curb, hoping to disguise the events of our lives that caused us to throw things away. This dresser was likely replaced by a younger, prettier, new model that wasn't showing its misuse over the years. The former owners, which no doubt live on Thompson Street where I found this, tried to disguise the otherwise plain looking furniture by covering each drawer with wallpaper. But the handles falling off must have been the last straw, causing its current fate. It looks so sad sitting on the curb. I considered taking it home, but where would it go? There's simply no room. I guess my heart just goes out to strays.
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