Fallen glove keeping its fingers crossed

As I walked along the chilly sidewalk, I looked down and overheard this glove speaking softly to itself. This is what it said:

"Of course I'm not superstitious, but I'll keep my fingers crossed for luck anyway."

"I hope the weather is chilly enough that my owner notices my absence and returns to find me. Can't wait to slide back onto that warm hand. Besides, I want to be within shouting distance of my mate."
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