Why Do We Save Parts Of Our Past?
I found my bugs bunny doll the other day. I could have gotten rid of it years ago. After all, it’s been years since I played with it. It’s been years since it rested on the pillow beside me. But why didn’t I?
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I have all our memories for safekeeping
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