My memory stick.
With all my stories, my snippets, my ideas, backed up either from May or July.
Fuck me.
For that, I cried. A good, solid ten minutes of utterly ridiculous sobbing. 10% cried for “what if he takes it?” but 90% cried for “what if he laughs?”
Which is so stupid. I know, I know.
*sigh*
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