Well, I wasn't thinking like this a couple hours ago. I was thinking I would be left on the dock in Ushuaia. I pictured myself: a lonely young woman, in the cold rain, tears mixing with raindrops and my hair blowing in the wind. I'm not really sure if it's very windy and the tears and raindrops mixing together is so cliche, so, forgive me.
Thankfully, I found the tickets. Though not after some interesting family events. My parents thought that somehow it may have ended up in their room. How this would have happened I don't know. Apparently, my sister moves the mail off the kitchen table and puts the things addressed to them in their bedroom. Seems logical to me. Parents not so thrilled with the idea. So, mumbling and grumbling, they went through (some of) the papers in their room looking for my tickets. I know my sister well enough to know that she would put anything addressed to me in my room and tried to explain this to my grumbling parents. My efforts failed. My father kept sorting and cleaning his side of the room. The laws of the universe hold: the entropy on his side of the room decreased, so disorder on my mother's increased. She was not too happy.
But we are all happy now that Stacy found her tickets! As my tea bag directed:
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