Love me, love my typewriter

I LOVED the old typewriter I bought at a yard sale. I displayed it several ways—in front of the fireplace, as a holder for dried flowers, and even as a bookend. I thought it was a great conversation piece.

But not everyone in the family thought it was so wonderful. Returning home from shopping one day, I saw my husband heading out the front door with my beloved typewriter in his hands.

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January 13, 2003
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