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It’s been thirty minutes since I started searching for the passport and I had no idea what to do again.

Droplets of sweat found its way and trickled down my back. I was sweaty as hell and just using my hands to clean my forehead wasn’t helping.

I sighed audibly as tears coursed through my eyes. There was no way I hadn’t thought of checking. I turned to the wardrobe and searched every jacket that was in sight. My chest heaved with each dress I touched and searched through its pocket.

I checked all the clothes and then grabbed a jean jacket. I checked the pockets and it still wasn’t there.

“Oh shit,” I muttered and held my hair in a bun. My hair was messy and the loose strands made its way to my face and that made me irritated.

“Where else am I going to check?” I asked out loud and opened my mouth to exhale audibly. I lowered my stance and checked under the bed wondering the possibilities of it being there.

When I got tired of searching to no avail, I sat on the floor and tears ran do