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I Would Throw That Thing Out, But What If I Need It For the Apocalypse?

And other lies I tell myself

The handle to a brass mallet, a doll’s leg that might go to a doll I might still have, a key that might be important, half an Easter egg I might later find the other half to, and other stuff that I can’t identify but might be important. Don’t worry, I’m suitably ashamed of myself for having this stuff. Photo by Michelle Teheux

My granddaughter lost our TV remote.

“It’ll turn up,” I said.

That was about two years ago. It has never turned up.