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last summer I helped two of my friends (twins) clean out their late father's house. He was a spirited collector who seemed to have an interest in virtually everything... It was quite the journey... I wore my fair share of mouse feces, burnt out 3 pairs of shoes, and even pulled a few muscles in the process...

It was well worth it.

My friendship with the both of them grew.
I got to know their father box by box
And I got to take part in the unearthing of the coolest collection I have ever seen.

I've never been good at accepting gifts, and I always felt as though accepting something for doing a good deed cancels out the good deed.

Yesterday we were invited to a picnic at one of the Twins house... while I apparently wasn't looking they gave these cards to my wife and suggested that she give them to me tommorrow... came home to find a 40&41 play ball on my countertop... Both cards were part of their dads collection and among a grouping that were freshly graded... They will keep my 39 play ball company for years to come...

Thoughtful, unnecessary, and appreciated...