Ug. If you’re going to put the ashes of a dearly-departed in a locket, make sure it’s professionally-sealed and meant to hold ashes. Otherwise, it may become a leaket, and put the ash in your mashed potatos. I know, that’s a horrible, horrible thing to laugh about. But I can’t stop. I think it’s because …
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