I found my keys. Correction: I drove 90 miles each way to retrieve my keys. It was not a trip I wanted to make, exactly, but it wasn’t painful, either. I didn’t dawdle long on the adventure, but I did catch up with one of my friends on the way, and that was honestly the best part of getting away.
Here is the offending hook in the restaurant bathroom, th…
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