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Jan 2013
You were like that old, worn out toy that everyone keeps from their childhood.

That thing that you keep in a box in the attic, that just takes up space,
but you don't have the heart to throw away because of all the memories that come with it.
But everyone has to throw it out or give it away at some point.

And now is that time
Alice Kay
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Alice Kay  Imagination
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   ---, Timothy and Elizabeth Paxton
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