Another week, and still no letter has arrived stating that some distant, never-met grossly rich relative of mine has passed away (don't worry, it was his/her time and he/she is at peace now) and left me their Harry Potter Gringotts bank vault of gold coins to swim around in Scrooge McDuck style.
Through the disappointment I continue with my stupid blind faith that one day that letter will arrive, forever adding to the ever lengthening list of things I'm coveting.
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