The squeaking door opens as I step inside the museum today. I step lightly so as not to creak the wooden floor and disturb the quiet studying that is going on in the office. I set my books down on a shelf and immediately a plume of dust fills my nostrils with the most disgusting smell of cigarette smoke. I gag and, stunned by the fumes, stumble into the prickly pea shucker sitting on display in the main hall. Recomposing myself, I go to the office to inform Mr. Kendal that today will be my last day volunteering with the organization. We make eye contact and exchange the meaningless words that any young teenager would have with hated step father. We shake hands; it is cold and limp. I go to work for my final shift of the year slightly depressed.
The hours pass and my shift is up. I calmly gather my things and leave. Turning around I take the building and all its memories with me. I won't ever forget the old brick building that has stood for more then a century.
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