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Moving. Moved. This was the last of what was left. A duck (what's left of it) that my dog Ned was playing with in the middle of the floor as I crazily carried box after box through the doors. It was the worst move I've ever attempted. The 4th move in 3 years if you count moving everything into and out of a storage building along with the actual moves themselves. I now have a large pile of things to get rid of. I have to get rid of. I will no longer move with all of this junk. As well as hanging onto things that aren't even remotely sentimental, I tend to hang onto things that are someone else's memories. Durrrrh. Anyway. Moving. Here's to a new chapter.