I sleep next to a pig, a stuffed cat whose tail, legs and head my mom sewed and resewed for me, the scarf Denise and her mom made me, the afghan Jude crocheted for me that I've sewn and sewn over again, and a rock that Jude dug out of the desert thirty some years ago. I think I might have some attachment issues. That and, my bed is crowded. I
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