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Antlers of my familiar
I had not considered, until shortly before I reached into the bag to draw it out, that the people to whom I was about to show the object might not know what it was. That’s how it is with familiar things — we unconsciously assume they are familiar to everyone and when through circumstance or wondering — we stumble across the idea that they are not, well, things happen.
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