Oh, my gods! A bazillion hangers! Okay, maybe fifty. Fifty...seven, let's go with that number. I haven't actually counted, but I'm sure it's more than thirty and probably less than a bazillion. That's totally a real scientific number by the way. I heard it the other day on NPR. A visiting science dude said that when Julius Caesar blew out his death rattle as he died, he blew out a bazillion carbon atoms and that's why you weigh less in the morning than you did the night before even if you haven't pooped yet.
So, fifty-seven hangers just hanging in my closet, clothes-less. Unemployed, as it were. That's still a lot of hangers. They wait until I leave, then they get all tangled up together like a Roman orgy.
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