If one were to skip town in excellent time, to sweep floors in the log cabin, sleep in drawers, to eat, to pay rent in cold hard cash, one might find themselves descending into purple fashion drawers. That is to say Drawing on walls, in public pools, in diary making scenarios that when revisited over time, a small skeleton key could be found. To chain oneself up and throw away the key only to blame it on another for being chained up in the first place. Replace key. Not only replace it, but polish it and keep it on the finest brass hook near the door.
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