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Sailor_Kenshin
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My can of tennis balls has been missing for months. Ever since I packed up my workspace and everything moved around.
So buy another can, you say. Nuh-uhh. I have a can. They’re just missing. I’m stubborn that way.
And I’ve looked everywhere. Twice.
So today I’m sitting down to finish reading the Gospel accdg. to John in the Bible and I am between chaps, right after Christ opens the blind man’s eyes.
I bookmark my spot and turn my head and look in the open closet and the can of tennis balls is looking back at me from behind a shoebox.
I SWEAR they were not there before. Because I took out the shoebox that was in front of them many times, and they were not there.

Does stuff like this happen to you?
So buy another can, you say. Nuh-uhh. I have a can. They’re just missing. I’m stubborn that way.
And I’ve looked everywhere. Twice.
So today I’m sitting down to finish reading the Gospel accdg. to John in the Bible and I am between chaps, right after Christ opens the blind man’s eyes.
I bookmark my spot and turn my head and look in the open closet and the can of tennis balls is looking back at me from behind a shoebox.
I SWEAR they were not there before. Because I took out the shoebox that was in front of them many times, and they were not there.
Does stuff like this happen to you?