Someone left this at the shelter. It's a small statue of the space needle. It doesn't belong to me. I don't know whose it is. I want it. Why. Where will I display it? Why do I want it? What purpose will it serve? So many of the things we own serve no purpose. Why do these items comfort us?
I pawned my guitar. I can't get it out until the 31st. Now I'm all alone.
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