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I have spent the day excavating cleaning my room. As a direct result, I have now lost a two hundred dollar check.
This is what happens when you try to be organized. To hell with that, I say.
This is what happens when you try to be organized. To hell with that, I say.
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Personally, I'm starting to believe this whole 'cleaning' thing is a conspiracy on behalf of the universe to drive Type B personalities crazy. :/
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Point is, is now I check his pockets. And I checked them yesterday and found a wad of cash in there. The bedroom can either be Christmas or the Ether into which socks, jewelery, money and other things are lost.
Fascinating. O_O
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I think you need to set up some scientific experiments. Solve the mystery of lost socks once and for all!
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