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Weekly Contest #236
Thud. Dust filled the air, as dad opened a heavy chest filled with old blankets. “Agh, hack!” I coughed, scrambling out of the way. “Dad, did you really bring me up here to show me old rags?” He laughed. “Bring it up to your mother,” he mused. “I don’t know why she still keeps these, but that’s not why we’re here.” He smiled a boyish mischievous grin, then hurled out old garments and blankets in my direction. I screamed trying to dodge them all, but failed as a particularly big one covered me. It was old and smelly, but somehow I didn’t mind...
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