When my mom was moving out of the house I grew up in (long after I'd moved out), she said, "Come get all your stuff." What stuff? I was thinking. So I go into the attic and the crawlspace and I pull out all the boxes and bags and look through it. "Um, Mom? This isn't my stuff. This is all your stuff."
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Yay! More stuff!
When my mom was moving out of the house I grew up in (long after I'd moved out), she said, "Come get all your stuff." What stuff? I was thinking. So I go into the attic and the crawlspace and I pull out all the boxes and bags and look through it. "Um, Mom? This isn't my stuff. This is all your stuff."
"Oh. I was hoping it was yours."
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