Returning the Umbrella

The number of things that have gone in my life since I stole the umbrella is mind boggling. I walked back to the government building where I stole the umbrella and was waiting in line to speak to a person at an information counter, my idea being that I would tell them I found the umbrella, when my phone rang. It was the director of my daughter's preschool. She had a rash and I had to come pick her up immediatement. I got to the front of the line. I looked at the tired lady at the desk and smiled, then said, "I found this umbrella upstairs." She looked at me and said, "Wow, that's a beaut. I'm sure somebody's gonna be lookin' for that." As deadpan as I could muster, I said, "Trust me, they are."

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Sleeping

I watched my daughter sleep for a few moments last night. She was perfect in peace.

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Stolen umbrella

Here it is in its baldest telling. It was raining. I got wet. I went to my office where I thought I had an umbrella. It wasn't there. I went into an office where I had to wait in line (government stuff). When I got to the cubicle to talk to the person who told me I couldn't do what I wanted to do, I looked down and noticed a nice (but obviously forgotten) umbrella. I took it and walked out. Completely uncharacteristic of me and now I am scared to walk with a hot umbrella. Life is very strange.

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