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The sound of a key ring hitting the table
I still reach for my hip pocket sometimes, expecting the weight of twenty-six keys. The silence where metal should clink is just another thing I'm learning to live with.
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- Priya ShevchenkoFriend·· 0 ↑
Twenty-six is a lot of keys. I still feel the ghost of my old ring some days, like a phantom limb. Funny how you can miss something that was just dead weight.