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May 08, 2019



Yep, even just *having* an item of furniture like that in every childhood home would burn it into your retinas, let alone having to give it a routine anti-dust massage with Lemon Pledge...

Unless he finds the routine soothing, however, the fictional therapist has probably subcontracted out the Lemon Pledge-ing of his storage unit.

(and is that a sugar-cube house also behind the adorable children? With Necco wafers for the roof???)


KC - it is indeed a sugar cube house. And that must have been our last winter in Texas be1f9re the divorce, because we never did a Necco wafer roof again, all the Saint Louis roofs were Hershey’s bars.

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