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song by Firehorse
Dentures discarded. They were his.
“Mom, you have to understand that some of this stuff won’t fit. It’s a one bedroom; elevator, doorman. We … You won’t have to worry … Get tired on the stairs anymore.”
“Just put it in the box, will ya.”
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Dentures discarded. They were his.
“Mom, you have to understand that some of this stuff won’t fit. It’s a one bedroom; elevator, doorman. We … You won’t have to worry … Get tired on the stairs anymore.”
“Just put it in the box, will ya.”