I used to have a wonderfully delightful, elderly second-cousin (We called her "aunt" because she was quite elderly, and she had so few relatives left.) She had her entire house neatly stacked from floor to ceiling--with paths throughout the house leading from one necessary place to another. When we'd visit, she'd give us treasures from her stacks--antique dolls and other ancient toys in perfect conditions. She'd never had a child, and she had wanted kids so badly.
She was nothing if not neat! She had been a county clerk for years...an amazing woman.
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