I'm horrible at keeping gloves. Much like my socks, I'm constantly looking for one half of the pair. I stalk around my apartment looking for the mate, get excited when I think it's finally been found, and then realize that it is the non-missing half that I've stumbled across. Or is it? But then where is the original glove?
This scenario can play out for several minutes before I get frustrated and decide to get by with simply stuffing my hands deep into my pockets.
But if I had
long, red gloves, they would never get lost like my measly black ones.
That's what I'm going to keep telling myself.
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