Well…that’s going in the trash. (I’m not referring to an enemy either).
My trash can got stolen five times. Finally the owner just let me have it.
Some trash is recycled, some is thrown away, some ends up where it shouldn’t end up.
Ours is a culture and a time immensely rich in trash as it is in treasures.
Roses,” she thought sardonically, “All trash, m’dear.