My interest in Hot Wheels and various other small, die-cast scale models led me to obtain a replica of the Millennium Falcon slightly larger than a silver dollar. It's currently sitting on my desk. I keep fighting the urge to grab it and fly it around the room. Valiben would tell me that I shouldn't play with it because it would be bad for me. Then she'd say that I should give it to her instead. She never asks for something, she always explains a reason why you shouldn't have it and she should. Manipulative child.
I still love her and miss her.
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