Today, I was upstairs, cleaning the tiny, windowless room that I call a guest room, but my sister calls the torture chamber. Anyway, while I was dusting, I found a plastic watering can under the bed. I put it in the take-downstairs pile and I heard a kind of tinkling sound in it. Inside was a barbie shoe, and my locket necklace that I thought was lost in the dry-cleaning debacle of last winter (don't ask).
Inside the lockets? 5 hershey kiss wrappers.
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