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April 15, 2007
Someone's grandmother's costume jewelry, once fancied quite elegant, waits on the flea market table to be claimed for the $20 "lot price". This is not the fate the fake-jewel-encrusted brooch envisioned for itself when it was dumped into a box earlier this morning.

A little brass bell, its "clanger" long gone, yearns to let the brooch know that it doesn't belong in this jangled heap, either. It wants to protest, but can only scream in clangerless silence as a snotty-fingered brat snaps the brooch's pin-back off. The bell does not feel better knowing that now the brooch could truly commiserate.