At her birthday party her friends stole three of my Beatles picture singles: treasures from childhood. Or she stole them.
I asked her, "Could you ask around about them? Maybe somebody accidentally found them in their purse after going home drunk?"
"Oh no," she said. "I'd be too embarrassed to do that."
My disappointment. In her, and in these three little pieces of my childhood, lost, lost.
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