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There once was a man who often misplaced his possessions.

On good days, he would lose nothing more than two items.

On bad days, he would have lost or forgotten three things just as he was waking up.

Today, the man was on all fours, scanning the lawn.

Soon after, the man found himself lying on the grass, closing his eyes, as he took five.

The man thought, "If i can't find the ring, I might as well be six feet under."

He continued lying on the grass as he pondered if he had dropped it gardening seven days ago.

He carefully examined the row of rose bushes, but the eighth bush was the one that held the shiny object he was looking for.

Finding the ring, the man was on cloud nine.

He happily ran into the house only to find he had lost it ten minutes later.