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Aunt Maise Searches for an Orange Toilet

Aunt Maise was a decorator, not well known, but fine. Her attitude was catchy, her enthusiasm crossed a line. I loved being around her, and remember spending a day Where we ran from store to store, looking for a toilet for play. She had designed a bathroom in orange, not tan or black or gray. She wanted to include a tangerine toilet, a splash of happy play. We found one but it was not “the utmost most gorgeous or sublime”. She kept going until she had procured ones in tangerine and lime.

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