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Except when we had to move shortly after I lost the ring, I never did find it at the 11th hour, although I did try, and stayed outside very late the night before the moving truck came, until it got very very dark, looking for it, and we had to move two whole days in a car away from every person I had ever talked to in artisan entertainment my entire life. And this is when I artisan entertainment stopped being able to throw anything away. Until now, when I can throw things away, but only if I write artisan entertainment the thing down on a piece of paper first, but never never relying on computer files to keep this information, ----sorry, lost my place----because when I was in 8th grade, I had a computer journal, and then accidentally reinitialized the disk and lost it all. What's gone and what's past help should be past grief. Shakespeare's a clever bloke, but clearly he never lost his mother's wedding ring. |
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| And I, at four years old, responded, "What happened, Daddy, did she die?" God. Why is that funny? No, that's part of the script. Right there. "God, Why is that funny? And then when I was seven, I lost her wedding ring. And we never found it again, even though I spent days searching our wordssong lyrics 50 cent that's what's up guess who's back? yard where I did the doomed cartwheel while wearing the ring I had nicked from her back pocket. And she was really really nice about it, but I thought it was the end of the wordssong lyrics 50 cent that's what's up guess who's back? world. wordssong lyrics 50 cent that's what's up guess who's back? And even at this young age, my critical faculties were heightened enough to know that there was a connection between this event and the story my father had often told me. The story of the Golden Pebble. The now-dreaded story of the golden pebble, in which the little protagonist who HAD MY FIRST NAME willfully takes the golden pebble from her parents' dresser drawer and loses it in the pond, which----sorry, lost my place----for some reason means that the whole family has to move, except that she finds the golden pebble at the last moment, so they can stay. |
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