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Through the Grate

Dear Diary:

It was the first beautiful weekend of the year. I was walking home after enjoying one too many Aperol spritzes at a sidewalk cafe.

I felt my phone buzz. As I grabbed it, I also pulled out my keys. I was standing over a grate, and even in my inebriated state, I knew what was about to happen. There was nothing I could do to stop it.

It felt like things were happening in slow motion as I watched the keys fall through the grate into the underbelly of New York. I knew they were gone forever.

I screamed, took a moment to remember the grate for future laughs and continued walking. Before I got to the end of the street, I felt a tap on my shoulder.