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May 06, 2009

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Keely

Oh. My. Gosh. I did the exact same thing about three weeks ago. My precious box is hidden in my bottom desk drawer. I had to open it just to smell the scent of those sixty-four perfect, untouched, unbitten, still whole and sharp crayons. There's just something about that big box.
When I was in college I volunteered with Big Brothers/Big Sisters and, for two years,was a Big to a little girl who had never had a new box of crayons or she had only had one of the little 8-count boxes. When school started both years...I bought her a 64-count box of crayons. I didn't want her to miss that.
That's so funny--now my secret is out, but I am glad I'm not the only one. lol.
Love ya,
Keely

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