I couldn’t find the pen. It was my lucky pen – I had to have it. I couldn’t write without it.
Where was it? My notebook lay forlorn with no pen next to it. I searched the floor, the bedding, the couch cushions. No pen. I looked under furniture and in pockets.
I was done for. I could not finish my book without that pen.
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