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Ahhh....the ugly, oh so ugly afghans. The only thing they were useful for was laying them out on the floor of her living room to hide the awful lime green carpeting you would otherwise be lying on it (because the cigarette smoke was so think it started 18 inches off the floor and never let up -- I grew up in an object lesson on how to get below the smoke if the house ever caught fire).
The memories. Also, the mittens (to this day I hate mittens) connected by a string so you couldn't lose them.
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