Upon trouserfication not there none of the pockets, must be on the table, the desk, in the handsome sombrero chip platter with the central guacamole depository. Not nowhere so commences the backstopping retrace before ultimate recourse to hook on fridge. (Back-up set.) Not the first time - usually arrive home at ease, without forethought, no big deal about anything. All the time.Events superimposing irregardless of any need to move from one place to the next and so forth; where the blazes are they, I implore! Such an inconvenience - the simplest things. Drives nuts!
Scouting the tops, the recesses; finally the surreptitious. Absolutely nothing doing, that dumb-shit self-condemnation works its way up the cortex, soon to flip some several synapses - take a break.
Fall back to the spare set and set on zoom . . . there are they.
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