Where oh where can you be, key? I'm starting to become obsessed with finding you. Or maybe it's not an obsession at all but instead the need to finish putting away my china so that we can actually see our dining room table again. I knew you would be trouble with two four year olds. I knew they would love to play with you and put you into hiding places where you will never again be found. I knew that I should have finished filling the cabinets with all of our stuff before your location became a mystery. I knew I should have put you out of reach of little hands. I did none of the above and now I'm destined to have empty cabinets with locked doors and a dining room table full of stuff.
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