by Purely Philly…
I was down in the basement yesterday; that’s when I found him: my little friend from the 17th century.
I just bought a home in the Beacon Hill district of Boston. It’s one of those old houses that dates back before even America itself. When I went down to the basement to clear out all the cobwebs, that’s when I found him. He was just lying there in an old steamer trunk, this little pilgrim-looking guy complete with silly hat, big belt buckle, and knickers. Needless to say, I had a hard time waking him up.
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