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My dad had a bunch of cards growing up. My Grandma kept telling him to put them away, not to leave the shoe box laying around.
Well, she threw out the shoe box.
By the time my Dad found out the garbage had already been collected.
There was a Mickey Mantel rookie card in there.
Yeah. Dad shoulda put away his box of cards...
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