My Patriots hat that I was proudly wearing a few posts ago was stolen from me at a Christmas party over a week ago. It must be that Indiana people have never seen a patriots hat in person, so someone must have been so filled with desire that they couldn't help themselves.
Anyway, this is day 9 and still no one has confessed to stealing my hat. I have a premonition that it will show up under my tree or will be delivered to my house wrapped up with a bow on it.
. . . i have never thought this much about a missing hat in my life. I guess I had a problem with being overly attached to this possession of mine. Maybe my iPhone will disappear next.
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