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Sanity’s Last Stand
I recently cleaned out my closet in an attempt to rid myself of all the “unnecessary” stuff I’ve accumulated since the last clear out. Sifting through a box hidden at the back of the closet I found my old, worn out wallet from more than two decades ago. The dry leather creaked when opened. No moths flew out, but I did find a folded square of note paper. Carefully openin...