Misplaced!

I fumble for the keys in my backpack. Not there.

I am perplexed. Exhausted, I walk like a zombie and get the spare keys from the neighbors. Once inside, I take out my handkerchief from the jeans pocket to wipe off the sweat, and something falls down.

“Oh! The keys!”

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