Dresser
Further into the room, there where neatly stacked schoolbooks and old records rested beside Emily’s first bike, its pink paint now faded and the rubbery tires where flat. Traces of Emily’s childhood were scattered throughout the room, and each artifact sparked a memory, a story. Among the paraphernalia was a small wooden dresser, unassuming, yet it held an air of importance.
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