So last weekend, Mitch and I returned from a small road trip. On that trip, I started a book, a really interesting book that I was only about 20 pages into, but was already captivated.
When we got home, I grabbed the book from the trunk and walked into the house.
This is when the mystery began.
It disappeared. Like, black hole vortex disappeared. It went to that place that only unmatched socks and kid's retainers go. I've been looking for it for a week now and I still can't find it. We live in a 900-square foot duplex, for Pete's sake! Where could it be?
I seriously need a detective. I don't think I can wait until we move to find this book!
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