We’ve all been there: you open the garage door, and instead of finding a neat spot to park you car, there is a pile of stuff. Over here is a broken lawn chair, boxes of moldy books, old tires. There is a pile of mismatched tires to cars you’ll never own again. Maybe an old dresser. Massive computer monitors. Worn out snow boots. Tangles of wires, greasy car parts, cracked mirrors.

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