The mint vintage 20-round M16 magazine I use for pictures disappeared some time between Friday afternoon when I took a picture of it and this evening.
It wasn't in its place on the shelf.
I showed Harvey that it wasn't in its place.
I tore up the bedroom looking for it.
While cleaning up, I moved something around in the closet and there it was, in its place on the shelf.
Things like this really make me believe in the supernatural.
The gnomes were trying to load someone's AR with my magazine.
CHECK YOUR GUN!
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