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| The Night Before
The old shoebox covered in plastic drawer liner was on the
top shelf of the closet in my room in my parent’s house. It was crammed
in the back corner, under the argyle sweater my Godmother gave me
in 1989, and next to rock collection I insisted on keeping from my
9th summer. I fished it out and held it gingerly in my hands. Micky
with his big black ears grinned toothlessly up at me from the lid,
which left me straining to recall if Micky, like all mice, had teeth
- all I could remember seeing were tonsils.
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