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smooth it out. When I held all the yarns together, the colors reminded me of Mom’s closet.
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My fingers cramped sometimes, and I had to redo sections when I made mistakes. But by the time Andrew’s birthday arrived, it was finished.
I thought it was perfect: something warm from Mom that Andrew could keep.
