This afternoon, I found a basket of random stuff I hadn’t looked through for a couple years: expired movie passes, filters for the water dispenser, a couple postcards I think are beautiful, seven chapsticks and exactly 89 cents.
Also discovered were five slips of paper in different people’s handwriting saying the following:
Hating my family for their men…
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