In the rear noise and storage of a loft, I have found, without looking for it, a piggy bank. Fatality wants you to never find what you are looking for and chance dictates that you find what you are not looking for. Sometimes, to alleviate the frustration, it provides more joy to bump into the unexpected than with the expected. That piggy bank was given to me by an aunt for my First Communion. It is cubic, irised, bluish and metallic, with a front door and a cylindrical key and retaca. The slot is in place. I have ab

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