These things drift around our house like dust bunnies. There is no telling where you might find one. One the kitchen table, where my wife folds laundry. On our bed, where I usually fold laundry. But they could be anywhere. When I find one, I try to give to the person whose last load of laundry was the one just folded. Usually they won't accept it from me, so I have to stick it into their pocket or shoe. People run from me and leave the thing lying in the middle of the floor. Guess who gets to throw it away. It's my role in life to capture these things. Somehow its connected with closing half-opened drawers that others seem to leave before completing a simple act of pushing the thing closed.
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