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I'm always losing things. I specialize in keys, but lost my leather gloves, moaned, groaned, bought a new pair. Wife says, she'll string them round my neck, found the others below stairs. Scarves and handkerchieves, problematic, stocked up, can't find them now. She can't believe it. Vexed, she says, 'You'll lose your marbles next'.
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Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 2:44 PM UTC
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I'm always losing things. I specialize in keys, but lost my leather gloves, moaned, groaned, bought a new pair. Wife says, she'll string them round my neck, found the others below stairs. Scarves and handkerchieves, problematic, stocked up, can't find them now. She can't believe it. Vexed, she says, 'You'll lose your marbles next'.
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Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 2:44 PM UTC
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