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My Number

Today when walking out of Coffee Roasters I looked down on the ground by my car and saw eleven cents laying there. I find eleven all the time, eleven is my favorite number. Whether I find eleven cents outside on the ground, at work, in the washer machine (when I used to have to go to a public place to do laundry) or see it on the clock.....eleven is my number. Since I've mentioned to some people that eleven is my fave number, for a long time now, they too all of a sudden decided that it's their special number also. Strange. People are funny. Full of weirdness. I guess it can be their special number as well, maybe they find eleven everywhere too but I smell BS.





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