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Lindsey Stirling blared from my ear buds and I bobbed my head, furrowing my brow.  My hand was shoved deep into my purse, searching for my keys.  Instead, I found receipts from the Stone Age, a collection of seashells from last year's vacation, and enough pepper spray to blind at least twenty bears. Frustrated, I dumped my portable landfill on the welcome mat; lipstick tubes and loose change bounced across the wood and disappeared, lost beneath the porch.  Spreading objects out with my hands, I sighed.  No keys.  "Damn it all to Hell and back ag--" Glancing up, the box near my door caught my eye.  Wrapped with neon-colored paper, a large sk