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Back in time
Michael was the first to laugh, pointing at the television. “What is this, 1960? Dad left you a museum!” he sneered, and the others laughed along. I couldn’t help but smile, though. Every piece here had a story; I could feel it. I wasn’t sure what, but something urged me to look closer to understand why this storage unit mattered to my father.
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