I tend to lose things all the time. I constantly lose pens at work and lose them in my car. Being that the pens are in my car, they aren’t really lost. They’re just misplaced. Somewhere beneath the piles of paper, empty bags, and junk mail, my pen(s) are just waiting for me to hold them tight and tell them everything is going to be okay. I have a thing for pens. It’s not a sexual thing. It’s not some quick fix I need to battle my cocaine habit. I don’t even do cocaine. If I did, I wouldn’t tell you. Then again, if I did have a cocaine habit, that would be the first thing I would say. I am running off track here. Enough about my non-exist habit.

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