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The dream of an incipient snob
By Andy Rooney

IF I COULD have three wishes, I’d use one to wish for a valet. My clothes are in such disarray that I’ve either got to throw them all away and start over or stop everything else I’m doing and spend three days straightening them out and having them fixed, cleaned and pressed.
My standards of dress have deteriorated and I ought to do something before I become a real slob.
Presumably, my clothes are of no great interest to you, but let me tell you about them in the off chance you have some of the same problems.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011 1:44 PM

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