I'm not usually much of a dumpster diver (it has nothing to do with pride--I'm just really squeamish) but today, I saw workers throwing tons of stuff out of a recently vacated condo. And right on top was this book. In mint condition (which this is not) this edition is worth $200. Seriously; I looked it up.
But here's the kicker. Inside the book is a note:
Shelly,
This was your Dad's dearest & most treasured book. I promised him we'd never get rid of it. It was part of his childhood. Keep it for him.
Love,
Mom
Mortality is such an unsentimental bitch, huh?
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