How much do I love this stapler? Enough that when I got back to work and discovered it missing that I went into what can only be described as a "funk." Enough that I asked everyone, "Have you seen my stapler? My stapler??? The one I 'borrowed' from the Women's Resource Center at Fresno State 14 years ago? My stapler I thought I would keep for the rest of my life? My stapler??" Enough that I keep it closed up in its own special drawer and I don't let anyone else use it. Enough that months ago when I discovered my mom had put it in another room, I grabbed it and yelled, "NO ONE TAKES MY SPECIAL STAPLER! NO ONE! THIS STAPLER DOESN'T LEAVE THIS DRAWER. DON'T TOUCH MY STAPLER, MOM!" Enough that when I rediscovered it, I nearly cried, but settled on taking its picture in case it ever goes missing again and I need to put out BOLO posters. Just for the record, I want to be buried with this stapler.
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