Dear Diary,
Today my owner seemed stressed, she almost left me at home. She stood out in the pouring rain for twenty minutes waiting for a roaring Twinkie-Twink looking motor vehicle. It was freezing even inside of her cozy back pocket. But again, I could say nothing. Kelsey would never understand me, even if I could speak her language. I can only understand her. It's almost as if I'm her guardian angel. I'm the only one that can sort of guide her in the right direction. Maybe I'm something more than just a cap with a Safety Button That Pops Up When the Original Seal is broken. Oh, Bottle Seal I miss you so much. We were meant to be, but then you were thrown away after doing your job.
We will forever be one, even as I watch inconspicuously from the back pocket of Kelsey's jeans.
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