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February 13, 2007

Jeff R.:Precious Moments

Randy Morris keeps the seventh of November, 1954, in a jar, hidden at the bottom of a trunk underneath his bed. He's had it since he was twelve, when he found it where his father had hidden it, in a cigar box in the crawl-space under the porch. His father bought it at a flea market for five dollars, which was a lot of money back then. The merchant paid a dime for it, from a man desparate to get rid of the worst day of his life.

I need that day. Get it for me. I don't care how.

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Comments

COOL!

Posted by: Stacy at February 13, 2007 6:38 PM · Permalink

Seriously. That's awesome.

Posted by: Tanya at February 14, 2007 8:25 PM · Permalink

Brilliant drabble! Kudos!

Posted by: Debbie Miller at February 19, 2007 7:15 AM · Permalink