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here.. They just wouldn't let sleeping dogs lie. Holly had taken my advice and put the large, white beast on craigslist. Oddly enough, not only was it too big for our house, but too big for every house of every person interested in it. Holly's Dad said, "I want to try it one more way." The mere thought nauseated me, but knowing that no one would be happy until they held the weight, shifting to and fro unable to move through the doorway, all the while sweat dripping and swear words gurgling in their throats, I said, "Go for it." He unveiled the masterful plan, and I must be honest with you, I had my doubts. I watched with little faith as they removed the crown molding, and began to slide the monster down the hallway. It didn't fit. In my mind I laughed an obnoxious "I told you so" laugh. Then the words that brought the beast to it's knees. "I think if I shave half an inch off of all the legs, it will go in." "What?!?!" I thought, "You can't be serious." He was, and he did. Just then a glimmer of golden sunshine beamed in through the window. They eased it into the hallway closet, tilting it ever so slightly as they went. They cleared the door facing of the room, and like it was made with the entrance dimensions in mind, the armoire slid perfectly into the room. It now sits beautifully in the baby's room, and will soon hold Baby Girl's clothes. It doesn't look very large now. Perhaps its prideful, swelling chest has been deflated. That's what happens when you mess with me...I mean, Holly's Dad.
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