House-packing reminds me of things like this:
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You never heard of it? The Great Rubber Band Crisis of 2002 lingers on,
carrying forward all of the reactive damage from that school day just a few
years ago. Today, when D. went looking for a rubber band while packing, I
reminded her that we kept none, that we summarily banned all rubber bands from
the house, destroyed them, snapped them into oblivion two years ago.
I don’t want to embarrass anyone, least of all Ph., who catalyzed the Crisis
with a buildup of contraband sneakery, locker-stock hoarding and pen-cap
projecting. Why are the rubber band supplies from home dwindling?
Call from the school. And so on.
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