Two-dollar wreath
My mother keeps approximately eighteen unused Christmas wreaths in the attic at all times, and over the weekend when I was up there getting decorations down for her, she told me to take one — no, two! no, three! no, twelve! — home with me. So I did. Take one, that is. I picked a plain one that just came with a big red bow, which I unceremoniously ripped off because it didn’t quite match…
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