I could tell you all the things that aren't missing, like the half-drunk bottled water from Saturday on the chest by the entryway, and the piece of orange thread - taunting me on the carpet or the back of my pant leg - that Ivy insists is her friend. How do you lose a giant pillow? How could Gray's book be here just a minute ago and now it is absolutely gone? And how can you miss a bright blue sock?
The other night I sampled a roll-on perfume and at first I did not like the scent at all. Until about fifteen minutes later, I couldn't get enough of it. It reminds me of the time in sixth grade choir when I sniffed a girl's hair and asked her what kind of shampoo she used and she said Hälsa. I went back and bought it yesterday.
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