Once upon a time there was a young man named Nate Pence who was fond of misplacing his keys. He didn't know why he was fond of it. In fact, he had a sneaky suspicion that he really and truly HATED doing it, but it happened so often that he decided there must be some part of him that did enjoy it at least a bit.
Well, today, that young man had to walk. Curses. You see, Nate is a tad lazy. Nasty little word I know. I'll try to refrain from using it too much. Anyway, Nate hated doing things that something ELSE could do for him. Such as taking him to his parents house. "Why make the legs work when the car could do it for me?" he thought. But on this day, the car keys could not be found. So he did the unthinkable, and walked.
And to his stupefaction, he enjoyed it! The weather was pleasant. Not too hot, plenty of sun, light breeze, you know those days. The days when you wish other people were free for picnicking and such. It made him happy. Got the good old endorphins flowing.
So, Nate walked and enjoyed. And he decided that even when he found his keys, he would walk some more. Because its fun. And makes him happy. And he would eventually lose his keys again.
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