Two of the drawers in my bedroom dresser are packed full with colorful T-shirts, about fifty T-shirts in total, and I cherish them all. Each shirt tells a story: the date and the distance of a particular road race – an 8k, a 10k or a 10 miler – that I had once run, together with the names and logos of the race sponsors. Of the fifty shirts, about forty have found eternal repose in my dresser drawers, never removed from the drawer, never worn. Those are the ones labeled with a “M.” The other ten, those labeled with an “L,” I do wear on occasion.
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