A writing exercise. *All story content is original to me unless specified. Please do not plagiarize.* Thanks and enjoy!
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Thursday, November 19, 2015
A Washed Key
a key. He pulled it out of the clothes. It was small with a rounded top. It didn't appear to be anything special; but he did not remember where it came from. It didn't look like any keys he owned. He would probably have to take it to a locksmith to figure out what it went to. Then he might be able to figure out where it had come from.
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