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Somewhere in the stuff I brought from Mom's house are my first pair of baby shoes and the bracelet from my wrist in the hospital when I was born.
The oldest think I have with personal meaning to me is my stuffed kitty I got when I was an Itty bitty. I rediscovered him buried in a shed yesterday. He is squished and ragged looking. I tossed him on the trash pile yesterday. I regained my senses today and will rescue him tomorrow.
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