It's virtually impossible to spend any more than half an hour in my house without finding a spring. I don't know why this is.
I try hard not to find them. I actually concentrate on not finding them. But the moment my concentration slips, up one, er, springs. Goodness knows how many I'd find if I actually looked.
I find a lot of strange things in my house. Mostly just bits of disembodied plastic and unidentifiable matter. These end up in the bin. But with springs it's different. You can't just throw a spring away.
The problem with springs is that you never know, it's impossible to tell, whether they're magic or not.
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