I keep having this uncontrollable urge to go and look at something in the sewing room... and then I remember that it isn't there. It's all at Nana's in the basement... in boxes... sad and alone. It was comforting to know that all her stuff was down there and that I could go and get something... or perhaps sit and read through a book... but now it'
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