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Memories and stories
Each trinket was tied to a memory, a story that Eunice had held onto for all these years. Mrs. Rodriguez took Eunice’s hand, tears streaming down her own face. “Eunice…,” she said softly, “you’ve kept all these memories locked away. You honor your brother, and that is amazing but also sad. Maybe he should not be locked away decaying in a room by himself. I have an idea.”
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