You may infer whatever you wish to the title. You have my permission to re-title it. A set of 6 cups is what my mother forgot as she left ( in a taxi and a huff) . She had lived with us for a year but she disliked my family. She was never a very happy person . She ended up on a hippy commune in southern Tennessee. I think she had some security there at least. I visited her in her last few hours and she left me with something really worthwhile. An apology.
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