"Why ME?!"I'm getting quite tired of losing my stuff the hard way.
I don't even have the privilege of dumping my phone into a trash-can somewhere; no, it has to get stolen. Only this time, it zoomed off on a motorcycle together with its charger, the keys to the old house (which the perp probably saw), my wallet, my SJAM ID tag and beret.
Now I have a fear of motorcyclists, and I keep hearing a strange combination of sounds* in my head. Great.
*a too-close motorcycle, ripping cloth and my own really weird screaming.
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