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What about you?” I ask before she can take us down another road. “What’s your most cherished possession?” “Probably my kitchen drawer that’s full of packets of red pepper flakes and Parmesan cheese.” I laugh. “Jesus Christ, okay, never mind.” She bumps my shoulder with hers. “Why not that drawer, though? I mean, it makes me so happy that I know I can always find a pack of cheese for whatever I’m eating. I guess I could say one of my paintings, but in an ideal world, I’d sell them all off. My AirPods? I loved those. But they were stolen out of my car the night before you came to my door, and look, I’m still breathing.” “Exactly. It’s just stuff.
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