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That's Key before/after This morning, I rooted through the pockets of the jeans I wore last night for my driver's license and ATM card. I found them, and threw my jeans on one of my couches. The pair of jeans landed with an audible metallic sound. Its my car keys. Or rather, my brother's car keys. I am now driving his automobile as my car is kaput for the interim. I'll need those to get to work. I reached for my jeans, and picking them up, I actually mumbled to myself, "Mhhhmm. That's key."
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