I'd lost my keys.
Which is unsettling enough. For you do not begin to truly ransack your brain — where in the rising sun could they be? — until you've ransacked your house.
And I mean ransack. Drawers emptied, floorboards pried, every pocket of every garment probed and probed again, and then family members frisked and forced to say, "Ahhh."
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