After turning the room upside down, crying incoherently, walking back to campus and retracing my steps, interrupting a lecture to make everyone look under their desks on the floor, being so distressed in the shop that someone offered to walk me to lost property, sobbing so much the security man took pity on me and walked me to the estates office and then leaving still empty-handed, traipsing my way back home (by which time I had missed the Cheltenham Gold Cup on the radio)..
...I find my precious memory stick containing my 3,500 word essay due on Monday and my dozens of research articles for my dissertation lying brazenly in the dish of sweets on my desk. Even has dainty icing-sugar finger prints all over it.
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