Who is me?

It was the type of mystery that Scooby-Doo, Shaggy, Fred, Daphne and Velma wouldn’t touch with a ten foot magnifying glass and with good reason. The sequence of events were clear in my head: my X-Acto Knife was there for all the world to see and then it wasn’t. Although I could have retraced my steps in the hope that the world would once again make sense, I didn’t. That night as I was going to bed, I thought I would see if I could appeal to the thief’s conscience and left a note, asking a question. When I woke up, I was none the wiser but at least I knew my knife was being put to good use:

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10 thoughts on “Who is me?”

    1. You seem to know quite a lot about this crime. Can I ask where you were when you took the knife?

  1. Since, technically, everybody in the world can call themselves “Me,” we can be very sure that “Me” was the knife thief.

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