If my life had a narrator, they’d probably say something like, “And here we find our protagonist, expertly navigating the chaos of life, yet unable to locate their keys five times a day – proving that the real mystery isn’t in crime novels, but in everyday existence!”
If my life had a narrator, they’d probably say something like, “And here we find our protagonist, expertly navigating the chaos of life, yet unable to locate their keys five times a day – proving that the real mystery isn’t in crime novels, but in everyday existence!”