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What Does She Collect

My mother is a hoarder, the young woman said. The other woman and I were begging for details. What does she hoard? She collects all kinds of stuff – name a collection She has it. Fingernails? No. Eyelashes? No Squirrel tails? By now she is looking at me with horror in her face. I love that!

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Book: Shattered Sighs