there is a place somewhere in the world which is big. very big. you can't miss it. it's where all my missing stuff is: books, cds, friendships, tennis balls, former loves, items of clothing, bags, toiletries, keys, restaurant bookings, a treasured coca-cola "super russell" yo-yo from the 1981 yo-yo season, lost innocence, pin numbers, phone numbers, hopes, dreams, ambitions, and money money money. they're all stowed away in there. unreclaimed. they must be. (they can't all have fallen down the back of the couch.)
so if you see this place one day as you're driving past—point it out, will you? i'd love to know its whereabouts.
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My sister's stuff's there too - I've never known anyone as bad as her to lose things.
But perhaps you could give her a run for her money.
I've always wondered where deleted text messages go...
you know i never thought much over it until now.... but there's a big pile of crap right in the middle of my local park.....could this be what you're talking about?
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god i can't spell!
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