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Growing up I was always fascinated by the family junk drawer found in my mother's otherwise very neat and organized kitchen. It contained all the miscellaneous kitchen stuff that didn't fit elsewhere: a ball of rubber bands, a kitchen knife with a broken tip too good to throw away, assorted tins, a stray candle, old coupons.

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