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Mom, I'm sorry
Good grief, I still feel guilty about this one. My mom's side of the family predates the Revolutionary War as far as settling in US. A prized possession she had was a teapot carried shipboard by a great great great, etc. kept on the mantle. In a burst of stupidity while my mom was shopping my brother and I started playing football, indoors. Yep, a high pass I threw was missed, and crash, there goes the teapot, into many small pieces. My brother, a creature of understatement said I was in trouble. I wished she would have yelled a bit more, it was more of a "what were you thinking.." Then, quiet, much worse.
At thrift and antique stores, I find myself looking for a similar teapot.
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