It was originally Richard Carpenter's personalized bowling towel.I can only imagine the wistful melancholy that this linen has witnessed. Did a 10th frame gutterball ruin his game one stormy night? Maybe it was used to wipe up the quaalude induced puddle of saliva that pooled under his mouth as he stared blankly at the shag carpet, dreaming of tiny civilizations living there... looking down on creation...
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