After singing Closet World's jingle all last night, and again this morning when I woke up, I finally froze it out when something else caught in my brain. I can't even remember what it was now.
But just now, as I'm calming reading my book, it emerges... "1-800-4800, Closet World!"
Where did it even come from? I was reading. My brain was thoroughly occupied. I was nourishing it! How could it betray me like this? I've overdone the italics now, but I needed to emphasize my point. Plus they're fancy.
Gosh darn it, Closet World. This whole thing would a thousand times less frustrating if I actually knew the phone number. But I refuse to learn it! I will never give in to your marketing schemes, Closet World! Never!! You won't take me alive!!
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