It was perfect. I had defeated the urge to be normal, taken the doors off a cabinet, and found a way to fit more storage containers on every shelf. The containers fit snugly together, the edges of their lids barely kissing. The stacks of identical standardized containers were very pretty and neat. I felt organized and smart.
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| The storage containers stacked neatly onto the shelves with their lids just barely touching. It was pretty and perfect. |
Then I tried taking one of the containers off a shelf, just one, and all the beautiful oragnization collapsed into a mess of random boxes.
