My Fantasy Dinner Party – What’s Yours?

When I was a little girl, I found Dad’s foot-locker stuck in a corner of the garage, just collecting dust. It was from his time in the Air Force. We aren’t talking about a flimsy foot-locker. It was a big, sturdy trunk that was made to last. Dad let me have his foot-locker as a way of storing my treasures.

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