Monday, September 19, 2005
The Stuff
The Stuff “Someone needs to keep all this stuff.” She said “Mom, for gods sake. This is just junk.” I scrubbed my face with my hands, certain that I was adding more layers of dust than removing. “It’s not junk!” Uh-oh. Now I had done it. Not only had I made her mad, now her tone was certainly that...
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