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Dear Singer Touch & Sew Model 600 (1964),
I’m sorry for all the time that we have spent apart. I know that it’s been a long time and that you have been lonely. I appreciate that you kept a light on for me after all these years.

I think that I left you threaded, but I understand if in a fit of temper you pulled it out.

I appreciate that in a moment of remorse, you saved the instruction manual so I could learn how to thread you again.

I know that you still care or you would not have also saved the box of attachments and special discs that you used to wear when you were feeling fancy.

I know that sometimes you must miss the Homemaking Department at the High School of Charleston in Charleston, South Carolina where you got your start. And you must miss Rebecca Bailey, too. I know you must have loved her since you let her sign your box,

I know you miss all the students at the Murray Vocational School.

And maybe you even miss Performance Quality Tester Number 23.

But I hope that most of all, you have missed me. I hope that you remember the two crib bedding sets we made together. The Halloween costumes, the crafts, the dolls, the curtains, and, yes, even that one particularly tragic shirt.

I promise not to leave you for so long ever again.
Love,
Suzanne
P.S. I hope you like your new (old) sewing cabinet. I got it just for you.
P.P.S. You could really use to clean up a little bit, you know? (Don’t be mad! Take some pride in yourself!)
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