The oval-shaped bowl with gold edging wasn’t worth much. Yes, it was Limoges china, and more than 100 years old. But for as long as my family had used the bowl growing up, and for as long as I had used it to dole out green beans at Thanksgiving to my own family, it had always sported an unsightly chip. Whatever worth the bowl might have once had, that c…
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