Don’t ever dispose of this sewing machine.
He had never understood his father’s attachment to the junk that had been given a pride of place in his office
Your grandmother had used it for fifty years; this empire owes its origin to this machine.
The day his father chose to retire he moved to his father’s office; he had the sewing machine removed from its place.
By the end of day he was unsure of himself; everything had gone wrong.
You shouldn’t have shifted the machine, someone commented.
Don’t be superstitious.
But he was relieved when later he saw the machine back in his office.
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