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My kitchen table belonged to my mother. she bought when i was about 10 years old from a neighbor down the road from us. it is a drop leaf table that will set just for people. when she got it I think it was red. later she painted it a blue green color. Mother liked loud colors for sure. then later she decided it would look better painted white. so now it is white and i haven't painted it since i got it about 15 years ago. it still has a coffee stain where daddy would sit his coffee cup. i refuse to paint it and do away with the stain. i remember sitting under the table and eating wild blackberries she had picked. they grew in the sand down at a creek we lived close to. the berries were still dirty with the sand and mother would have to get on to me for eating sand and berries. but they were really good.
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