I swear I have that. Memory loss, I mean. Juvenile All-timers. SOMEthing. I think I just lost the mate of a twenty-five dollar pair of gloves. My dad is not happy about it. Neither am I. Ugh. It seems that if I lose something, it has to be exensive or important to me. It sucks. For instance, I lost two beautiful birthday necklaces last year. I
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