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Friday, May 21, 2010

Reynolda Manor Shopping Center

Our cottage in Maine had no laundry machine, only a metal sort of clothesline tree in the backyard, so once a week we'd drive over to the harbor and spend a few hours at the laundromat. While there I'd check under every stacked washer and dryer for dropped coins, which were always very linty. I'd clean them off and save them up until I had 25 cents to buy myself a grape Fanta, which was my favorite. Then I'd turn the can in and get a nickel back.
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