AUGH.

AUGH.

Ich habe meine braunen ledernen Handschuhe verloren. Sie waren ein Geschenk von Marcus. Scheiße!

My beautiful, warm, brown leather gloves given to me in an extreme act of generosity and kindness by Marcus whilst in New York are gone. I think I left them on the tram. Tomorrow I have to go to the transporation headquarters and look in the lost and found, but I'm sure they're gone forever. These were so nice and protected my hands so well. What will I do without gloves? My hands will never survive the winter.