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A letter to my Mother:

by @ariel-evangeline-baptista

Remember those old floral mugs that we used to have. I think they are in a box somewhere. I never really liked them before but I do now. So do you think it would be okay if I brought them with me when I go? That is if I found the box they’re in. I never really liked them before but I do now.
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