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The battered couch scraped against the floor as she hauled it away from the wall, and a small, blue object caught her eye.
It was a simple thing, a blue dice with twenty sides and faded gold numbers, yet as she gazed at its many scuffs and scratches tears began to well in her eyes.
She remembered the last time her father had rolled it, the way her mother had teased him, and the smell of the home-made nachos which always accompanied game night.
Images of halcyon summers flooded her memory as a soft, melancholy smile spread across her face.
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