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Graveyard

Me – “Mom….?”

Mom – “Yes?”

Me, pulling out a drawer full of hairdryers – “What is this?”

Mom – “It’s where I keep the hairdryers. No one uses them now.”

Me – “It’s like you’re running some kind of hairdryer retirement village right here from the dresser…. We’ll just forget about them until they don’t work anymore.”

Mom – “Just like in real life, then.”

Me – “….”