My wallet went missing this morning. I could not find it anywhere, and began to fear all the possibilities of what might have happened. I thought of calling the bank for fear that someone might use my debit card to buy a plain ticket to Timbuktu. I did not know who to call to prevent some pervert from stealing my identity. i prayed to God that he would keep my wallet safe. Angrily, I tore up my house attempting to find my extraordinary normal brown wallet. I found the wallet in the last place I looked, right behind a leg of the leather coach. Nothing is more ordinary than a brown wallet; (my dad's wallet is the same exact one) but nothing is more securing than having a wallet in your back right pocket. Why can't we treasure the things in our pockets here and now?
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