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When I visited Dori in 2010, I flew myself out to be with her on my birthday. She showed me a trunk in the basement that used to be mine, on which someone had written "Shay's stuff" in permanent marker. The first object inside was a piss-soaked blanket of absolutely no sentimental value, which took up 90% of the trunk. The few tiny items at the bottom, which could potentially have been valuable to me, had now basted in the stench of cat piss for a decade. And I'm supposed to jump for joy...
The night before my flight home, Dori decided that I should ship or carry anything of mine from her house back to Arizona with me. She took offense when I told her that I didn't have enough room in my suitcase, nor the time and money to pack and ship them on such short notice.
The night before my flight home, Dori decided that I should ship or carry anything of mine from her house back to Arizona with me. She took offense when I told her that I didn't have enough room in my suitcase, nor the time and money to pack and ship them on such short notice.