Three acorns have been sitting on my desk since Sam collected them last Fall. Two are big, the other one little. They've been there for so long, I'm not sure whether they now belong to me or whether this is just another one of the small collections of objects that Sam keeps around the house. Regardless, as I'm checking my email this morning, the small acorn rolls off the desk and disappears somewhere into the darkness.
I don't know which is more absurd- the fact that I'm crawling around on my hands and knees on the dining room floor with a flashlight at 5:15 in the morning, looking for an acorn . Or feeling like I'll kind of miss that acorn if I don't find it.
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