As I was cleaning out my closet this morning I spied a colorful paisley in a multitude of sizes hanging in the corner. It was your purses. I sprawled them out along the floor, recognized some and wonder which era of life the others came from. I dug through each one, unsure of what I was in pursuit of. I came across few things: an old Kohls receipt, spare change, and a gum wrapper-the kind you always carried with you.
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