Francine Orr / LAT
Gert McMullin, 50, sits inside her Atlanta workshop repairing the quilt. "I call them my boys," McMullin said. She also calls them, "my soldiers." Through the years she has seen it all: wedding rings, cremation ashes, letter jackets, a bowling ball, a Ziploc bag of marijuana, champagne glasses, an air-conditioning vent, feather boas, vibrators, dishonorable discharge papers, and even hypodermic needles.
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