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Spring cleaning in October, this is fucking ridiculous.

I'm currently on my hands and knees on the floor in my bedroom, blindly reaching under my bed and grabbing at random things that I find.

When Juno got home after work today, she told me to go through my stuff and decide what I want to keep and what I want to get rid of. When I asked her why, she just said 'Spring Cleaning'. It's Autumn.

I've gone through my closet, drawers, and picked up everything off of my floor, and now I've moved on to cleaning out the garbage pile of shit that has been accumulating since Juno and I moved into this apartment back in '87.

So far from under the bed, I have produced 3 hairbrushes, 7 socks (none of them match), a ticket stub from a Jane's Addiction show Junebug and I went to the same year that we moved into this place, an old Polaroid of my ex-boyfriend, a birthday card Chris got me last year, and my latest find was a bottle of burgundy nail polish.

I sigh as I get up slowly, stretching my legs out after they had been in a weird position for a while. Why is Juno making me do this? What could I possibly have done to have earned this punishment? Just then, Juno knocks on my door before coming in.

"Have you finished yet?"

I gesture around the room, hinting at the pile of things in the corner of my room as well as the multitude of things that are just strewn across my bed, "Does it look like I'm finished?"

"Okayyy... Someone's in a funk."

"I'm not in a funk, I just don't understand why I have to do this. I like my things, and I liked the way my room was before."

"90% of the time you couldn't even see the floor, it was a mess, dude."

"Um, okay, it might have been a mess, but it was my mess. I had a system going, I knew where everything was. And that doesn't answer my question." I was starting to get defensive and annoyed.

"I've already explained it to you, Sarah." She sighs and leans on my desk.

"Then can you explain it again for me? Because I'm tired and I really don't get it." I take the opportunity and I flop down on my bed, shoving things to the side carelessly to make room for myself.

"We need to clean out the house and get rid of shit we don't need anymore because having less... clutter, around will help us both relax. When there's less stuff to have to worry about tidying up it's so much easier to just get home and relax after work, or something."

I squint at her, pretending to be annoyed. Why does she have to be right all the time. She continues.

"It's also close to the holiday season, and there are people who definitely need some of these things more than we do, so just think of how nice it will be for them to get them. Charity shops are always looking for new donations, especially around Christmas."

The more she explained it, the more sense it made and the more I wanted to do it. I exhale as heavily as I can and flop my head all the way back while laying flat on my back instead of holding myself up with my arm like I previously had been. I closed my eyes. "Give me thirty minutes."

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Thirty minutes had come and gone, and neither of us were finished yet. Sarah had been pestering me about getting food, so we were walking over to get something from El Gallito.

I listened to her as she talked.

"Look. I'm not saying that she's a total airhead or anything, I'm just saying that taking an IQ test would do her a lot of good. Humble her a little, maybe. I mean, that woman thinks that Islam is a country for Christ's sake." I chuckled in response.