One slightly used trombone, last seen in the vicinity of the old windmill.
A slightly dampened copy of 'The Art of Extreme Ironing', last seen in the hands of a suspiciously sweaty individual.
A pair of socks. They were here, we think.
View all lost items with an air of uncertaintyYour keys. We've had them. We think.
A functioning time machine. Sorry.
Your dignity. That's just gone.
View all lost items with an air of mysteryRemember, in Nowheretown, the truth is out there. But so is the lost cat.
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