I have all sorts of things in my pockets; useful bits of string, electrical tape, a handy hanky, a permanent marker, a spork, my harmonica, pencils, my swiss army knife, ect, ect.
But I've wanted a thimble in there for a while.
I now have one. There is a reason. This odd little object kept on calling out to me.
"...Joel... ...Joel..." it called quietly to me in its tiny little metal voice, in the night-times.
So now I have this small piece of metal, a cap for the end of my finger, In my pocket. I don't know why truly it is in there, but it is in there now, and I'm sure that very soon it shall be invaluable.
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