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A bag of water bottles behind the old truck in the driveway. That’s a pretty potent memory of mine from childhood, a black contractor size trash bag on the broken up rocky driveway filled with branded sip-top reusable water bottles. They were from my grandpa, the one that didn’t hate me when he was around. He brought them home from work one day and I thought it was the most fascinating fucking thing as a kid. I’d bring them to my friends and they all loved them just as much, I think kids just like to own…