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plutherusOK, so she took a few more things than I thought. I found some minor items in the drawers that she'd packed up but not removed from the apartment: Most of the stuff from the medicine cabinet (ibuprofen, benadryl, pepto, a tin of unicorn bandaids: I found the tin, but the bandaids are all gone). And the scissors from my knife set.
Fortunately, the few valuable things that I didn't get out of the apartment are still here: My grandmother's letters from WWI, which are the only thing that I would have bothered to go after her to get back. My antique typewriter, and the notebooks containing the "first" draft of my novel are all here as well. (They're all typed in, so I wouldn't be too worried about losing them, but still.)
And the back porch light. She took the light bulb from the balcony. What the hell?
I'm sure in the future, I'll find more little things that she took (like both my air mattresses - the one that leaked and the one that didn't. And two of my towels.) Whatever. Good riddance.
Fortunately, the few valuable things that I didn't get out of the apartment are still here: My grandmother's letters from WWI, which are the only thing that I would have bothered to go after her to get back. My antique typewriter, and the notebooks containing the "first" draft of my novel are all here as well. (They're all typed in, so I wouldn't be too worried about losing them, but still.)
And the back porch light. She took the light bulb from the balcony. What the hell?
I'm sure in the future, I'll find more little things that she took (like both my air mattresses - the one that leaked and the one that didn't. And two of my towels.) Whatever. Good riddance.
