My Life in Collections: Mussel Shells, Age 3
Romie Stott

Sheets of stickers from the book order flyer placed carefully into a magnetic photo album, keychains from various vacation destinations, tiny rubber erasers that just smeared the pencil lead around and melted into a congealed blob in the tin I kept them in, and anything with a panda on it.

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