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When we got back from shooting, Harvey decided that we needed to rearrange things so that she could get at HER gun safe.
It's a fair cop. It's been behind the corner-of-clutter in the bedroom for a while.
So we moved the pile of clutter and then moved her safe to a better location.
In the process of sorting through the clutter, we found many things that could be discarded.
Of note is a sandal.
She asked if I even wore that pair any more. I replied that I did not.
But there was only ONE sandal.
Hours later, I encountered the other one. In the opposite corner of the room from where the one she had found.
I blame the cats.
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