Summer certainly is the most houndstooth-free season, which I enjoyed immensely! Now: fall is upon us, and I have scheduled an appointment with a psychoanalyst to attempt to get some tranquilizers or something. I was on U-Tube train earlier this week, doing fine, then I noticed sitting next to me a woman whose vinyl houndstooth bag TOUCHED MY ARM! I went berserk and they had to stop the train between stations and escort me out along a rat-infested tunnel. At least it was better than houndstooth. If anything, the rats wear a touch of herringbone.
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