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ONE THING I CHERISH
I have a green kitty-cat bank, with blue crystal eyes, one missing... a gift from my dad when I had my tonsils removed. I was five. Though I turned fifty this year, my precious green kitty-cat still sits poised proudly on the dresser--- its significance surrounded by love found in a purposeful purchase. (My mom usually does the shopping; yet this treasure came straight from the heart of dad.)
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