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Something funny happened a few weeks ago. It was morning and my mother and I were getting some breakfast. I had brought half a box of leftover cheerios home from college and put them in the cupboard, so she was pouring those into her bowl. And she said, "you know, it is funny the way the things we use define who we are as people." And I said, "what?". (This is a sentence very uncharacteristic of my mother.) And she said, "well, a bobby pin was holding your cheerios shut."
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