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“How is it possible that you are bringing back less than you took?” I wondered, opening his suitcase. There were two pairs of balled up boxers, an empty cigarette pack, and a bowl. “Rob? Really? Please tell me this isn’t it.”
He scratched his head, peering over my shoulder into the suitcase. “Huh. No, I think that’s it. I threw away
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