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  • When I was about 16, I confronted my mother about having ratty old towels in the linen closet.

    "Why can't we have thick, white, fluffy towels? These are stiff and hurt when I dry myself off."

    She began to cry. And then she started rambling about how much they had sacrificed to put us in private school for a better education. She said we could have had nicer things, a nicer house, a boat... but decided that an education was more important.

    That's why we had faded peach towels, with ratted edges.
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