Lessons I Learned on Vacation

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I’ve always been a bit strange. As a child, I collected trash. Like old Reese’s wrappers. I’m not sure if I felt bad for the poor thing not having any chocolate-covered peanut butter left in it, or if I thought the wrapper was pretty, or what. All I know is I gave literal meaning to one’s man trash is Brianna’s treasure.

    

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