On Friday I went to the Swedish Institute with my cousin. I hadn't been there in years, and it's a very short distance from where I live now. It was fun - all the rooms are decorated for Christmas right now, each room with a different Scandanavian-country theme.
When we were on the third floor in the immigrant artifacts section, I searched in vain for a trunk I saw there when I was in grade school on a field trip. I didn't see it, which kind of disappointed me, since many years ago, I based my cursive letter "M" on how some Swedish woman had painted the "M" on her trunk. If you've ever seen my signature, you'd know what I'm talking about...
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