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Funny that just after going to the basement to look for some card board boxes to box up a beautiful set of Brittanicas which we hope to sell, I come up and now see that you have been in search of card board boxes. Well, after moving a few times, from the farm to
Vermillion, and from our prior winter home in Arizona and back here to stay, we have quite an assortment of boxes. We always think some day, who knows, we may move again. Ginny says if we sell the books, we keep the boxes. As we just never know what our family members want, we send checks. Not as exciting as opening gift packages, but for old pelters, it is an easy way out and it seems to work. Merry
Christmas to all.

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