This morning I couldn't find my passport. It wasn't in the file where it was supposed to be. Nor was it in the usual junk drawers, on a dresser or bookshelf, under a dresser or bookshelf, in my trunk, in my lappy backpack, in any of my drawers,or anywhere else that I could think of looking. I scoured the house for it all day long, with occasional
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