While sorting through a shelf of books in my house, I came across two old ones I'd received from a cousin at a birthday party years ago. She'd bought them at a used bookstore, but I knew then what I know now: I will never get rid of them.
The price of a gift means so little.
[By the way, the books were Bleak House by Charles Dickens and The Poetry of Oscar Wilde. Great stuff.]
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