What's Your Story?

How did you land here, thin mass of printings and plastics?
Where did you stray from?  Where is your guardian?
Did you fall in vain or succumb to a lovers' spat?

Who is this reflection staring back at me?
What is your story, flat soul?

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I found this drivers' license in the street, while walking with Travis last night.  I originally picked it up to investigate who this mysterious brunette was.  Like, what's her deal?

• Then I thought, I should mail this back to her because I'm a lovely fucking lady (Travis agreed.)
• Then I thought, oh snaps, what if she's gone missing and I found a clue!  ...maybe I should check with local authorities.  But insist, "No, no.  I had nothing to do with it officer, I swear!"
• Then I thought, I should send this back to her with a note saying "I know where you live."  Which, technically, is accurate.