It's the bottom drawer of my bedside table. She's not allowed in there.Every couple of years my wife pulls out my boxes of cables, gestures at the whole thing and then asks what needs to go. I plead my case that you never know what may come up and I need them all but turns out that is NOT an acceptable answer in my strictly controlled household, so they get shipped off to the Goodwill.![]()
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