I do know where my towel is. I have several towels, in fact. Most of them are in a pile to be washed. One is hanging in the bathroom. One is stuffed in a bag and covered with blue dye. It came back that way recently after visiting a friend’s house with the kid. Another used to live in a bedside drawer, but I haven’t needed one there in a while.
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