Every now and then I come across something of Wayne's. Like the Seminary notebook, a seminary teacher's notebook. It's old and of no use. The loose-leaf binder is in perfect condition, but it's red and has words and pictures imprinted on the front to tell what it is. It's of no value to me, and there is no reason I should keep it, but it's very hard for me to throw it away.
Or the other two plain black binders. I don't even know if school kids use binders anymore. These binders won't hold an iPad or even a cell phone, only papers, so probably not.
There are other things. I mean, I know that I have kept certain things, but I forget about them. You know?
Just yesterday I saw again Wayne's pillow. King size. And I have not ever in more than 11 years removed the pillow case to wash it. That's on purpose. I know it's silly to keep it. I don't use the pillow, and I haven't held it up to my nose for years. I suppose you know why I used to put it up to my nose.
I'm pretty sure I'll keep the pillow just as it is. Can't make myself get rid of it.
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