I got so fed up with our old, junky chair and Michael pulling the stuffing out of the back that I took it apart and threw it in the yard. Then I had to figure out how to get the chair from Michael's room down the tiny hallway and into the living room. Now that the anger adrenaline has wore off I could die, but the living room looks nice.
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The sad, old chair. Good riddance. |
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Luckily they were the same color. |
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