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My mom didn't throw away my cards but unknown to me, she would let my nieces and nephew play with them. I distinctly remember finding her one afternoon, picking-up my baseball cards using a broom and dustpan. At the time, thanks to my raging teenage hormone level, it didn't really bother me at all.
-Lovely Day... |
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