My Fast Diet has left me with clothes that don't fit

I am having a ruthless, take-no-prisoners clear out. It’s a massacre up there. Dead clothes lie strewn on the floor. Scarves hang on for dear life. Posh handbags cower from my hunter’s eye. 

Just this morning, I was flicking through the hangers, eyes ablaze, picking things off – skinny jeans, striped sweaters, sack dresses – like a sniper on a rooftop.

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