I just realized yesterday: Dang, my keychain felt heavy. I counted and found out that I have a dozen keys now, each of them connecting me to (relatively secure) physical spaces. Or maybe I’m just getting old and acquiring Responsibility (TM) now.
I don’t have someone’s keys. Haven’t for quite some time now. For all the talk of friends about how nice I am (but in a tragic sense), no one trusts me with their physical space.
I’m waiting for *that* key. The One Key to Rule Them All. Just that one, and I’ll be perfectly happy.
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