If we were at my house, I'd make you a drink.
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by Laurie Allee
So, I did something crazy when I was in my 20s. When my roommate decided to move to Boston, I agreed to help her drive her truck across country from Los Angeles. She planned to sell most of her stuff before making the trek, and since I was also in flux -- and broke -- I added a few things to her yard sale to make some extra money.
Selling my jerky ex-boyfriend's leather jacket he never bothered to pick up was a no-brainer. Selling jeans I no longer wore and jewelry I never really liked? Obvious. But selling my record collection...
