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[chibi_trillian]

Crap.

I lost an earring.

Not just any earring.

One of the black opal earrings my mother gave me for my seventeenth birthday, the pair I wear something like 355 days out of the year. In other words, the single most emotionally important pair of earrings that I own.

And I had to snag it on my purse strap and rip it out while walking on a cloudy evening next to a gravel bed in front of a gas station.

As the cherry of cruelty on top of the sundae of my despair, after I'd spent about fifteen minutes hunting on my hands and knees, it started raining.

I keep telling myself that losing it is probably karmic payment for something, that something good will happen now.

It's helping a little. My ear still hurts.

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[chibi-trillian.livejournal.com]

I lost it in front of the busiest gas station on the busiest street in my area. If it bounced into the road, it could be anywhere in the tri-state area by now. If it went into the gravel, it joins a lot of broken glass and bits of metal and a zillion other sparkly things that look just like it until picked up. It really was the absolute worst place to lose it, so I'm kind of resigned now.