As I have gone through the past five or ten years, my current wallet has always had a rather unpleasant existence. It's been either sitting in my pants or pitched haphazardly on the top of my dresser amidst the other pocket trash. Every night I pull stuff from my pockets and dump the detritus of a day on the dresser - scraps of lint, forgotten bits of paper with scrawled phone numbers, and bottle caps I rammed into my pocket late in the evening, because I was too lazy to walk to the trashcan.
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