It's like my motorcycle. I have one. I ride. It sits in the basement collecting dust. At one time in my life I rode every day. I washed it all the time. Life changed, priorities changed, interests changed, but I still have the bike. It still starts. If I want to ride it, I can. If I sell it, I can't. It's up to me figure out if it's worth keeping. As Doug N said, I'm in no hurry.
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