While getting the rest of our stuff from J's parents' house, someone got a little distracted looking in his old closet

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"Look! My business card collection." "Why did you have a business card collection? And don't put that in the pile, we have no room for this stuff."

"And my postcard collection."

"Nice. Put put that back, we're not bringing it. And let's go. You can go through your closet another day."

"My old James Madison phonebooks!"

"Oh my God. Please don't bring those. Let's go. PLEASE."