I lost my wallet during the course of my ski class, or the bus ride back, or the changing of clothes upon my return to the house. I've torn the house apart over and over again, always searching in the same places, just hoping that maybe if I look a litttttle bit closer, it will be there this time.
I understand that it's sort of a big deal, because my debit card (which no one has used, I've checked) and driver's license and student ID and ski class punch card are all in there, but I just feel like a stupid, stubborn child for being as upset about this as I am.
meh.
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