Alexander, can you hear me?
We were tidying the office today (not my idea!) and I came upon the wrinklies, rattiest, fadedest dirty rust-stained(!) sawbuck I have ever seen. It’s thin as a tissue, as though it’s been abraded somehow. A puff of air would disintegrate it.
I can’t throw it away. Somehow, I cannot make myself put ten bucks in the trash.
If I were home, I could probably take it to a bank and get it replaced, but that’s not going to happen. I’m stuck.
I’ll probably die clutching this thing in my hand.
January 16, 2025 — 7:45 pm
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