well well well... all hope is not lost.
I was biking around the strip, on my way to Egans for tab night. Just me and my purse. I pull up to the bike rack, lock 'er up, and sit inside for a few. After about 15 mins of how-do-you-dos, I walk to the bar to pay up, pat myself down, feeling lighter than normal. No purse. Nowheres! So I just sighed,
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