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Alan wrapped items and gently placed them inside the cardboard box on the table. Margaret sat across the table from him, examining knickknacks. "What about Grandma Mann's fake Hummels?"
Alan raised an eyebrow. "That's completely up to you, sweetie. But if it were up to me, they would go into the garage sale box."
"They're ugly. I think it's time someone else enjoys them." She placed them carefully into a box marked "AWAY!" She reached into the breakfront and pulled out a teddy bear. Behind the bear was an item she hadn't seen in years. "Alan!" she said, pulling the item out of the cabinet and holding it up. "Look at this!"
"Oh my gosh!" Alan walked around the table and sat beside her. "I thought we'd gotten rid of that long ago." She handed it to him, and he blew the layer of dust from it. He ran his fingers gently over the surface.
"Bong 2.0, I believe," Margaret rested her palm on her belly. "Ooh, he just kicked." Glancing around at the results of the day's childproofing, she laughed. "I think he wants us to keep it."
"Why? It's probably illegal to even own this thing, let alone use it."
Margaret shrugged, "Illegal to use, yes. To own, no. Besides, it's a family heirloom. I know we've gone through a lot of changes since you made that, but it's part of who we are. One day, we'll sit down with our 2.1 children and share the story of how we met."
Alan thought for a moment, then shook his head vehemently. "Oh, no. I think we're going to have to make a few changes in the story." Admiring the bong before wrapping it and placing it in the 'keep' box, he said, "We don't want to set a bad example."