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My millionaire father gave my wife some CDs that he burnt himself for her birthday. She was more impressed with the fact that he'd remembered what she'd been saying about the kind of music she liked and that she'd been searching for some particular CDs for ages without success than she was taken aback by the fact he didn't buy them new. She made a couple of harmless jokes about it, but she was quite chuffed at the thoughtfulness of the gift.
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