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As I take a stroll down memory lane, I get to see all of the things that remind me of fun times and wow, this doormat sure looks inviting. I would just love to open a door and see him laying down at my feet so I could wipe my well worn dirty boots on his back. A talking doormat at that. One that welcomes you by greeting you at the door with a smile that soon is replaced by the dirt from the bottom of my boots. Oh...the memories.
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