Kelly

I always lose my keys. Once I lost them so well, I sat outside my apartment waiting for a roommate to come home for several months. Haha. I mean...I think you know what I mean.

After the long drive home, I realized I left them at my sister's place in Provo.

Once when I was angry with my parents I did not ask permission to use the phone. I broke the rule and called my best friend, Kelly. I told her I called her to ask for her number.

Writing this mess reminds me of that phone call. Every twist is non-intended.

I left my classroom keys in Provo.