Every winter when I pull out my big coats and stick my hands in the pockets, it's like a little archaeological study in what my life was like a year earlier. An old movie stub, a matchbook from a fancy restaurant, a Boston bus pass — they all remind me of events I'd totally forgotten. Now, as I pack up the winter coats for next year, I can't help but check the pockets one last time before stuffing them in a plastic tub under the bed. I think the findings say a lot about this winter: a few broken pieces of a peppermint, a shady headhunter's folded business card, the title of a self-help book scribbled on a diner napkin, 3 dimes, 4 nickles, and 13 pennies (not even 1 quarter!). Thank God next year will be different. For one thing, I'll at least have a cute coin purse.
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