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Then genius struck: a safety pin. In a humbling moment of desperation akin to looking for a misplaced wallet in the freezer, I scoured under my cabin’s metal bed: perhaps a safety pin had just fallen down there. I was in luck. Sort of. Along with a few Raman noodles, some dust, and a Pop-Tart wrapper, I found a paperclip. Not perfect, but with hope and a little pluck, I managed to bend the paperclip in such a way that it nicely accessorized, if not actually fastened, my loincloth.