“They stole it, Doc,” he said as he self-consciously pulled at a faded shirt that was one size too small. “They stole what?” I asked, closing the door to the examination room.
“Well, I was sitting on the bus, Doc. Minding my own business, writing down what I ate for lunch. And then, well, somebody, I don't know who, just came up behind me and snatched it from my hands.” His eyes widened as he shrugged his shoulders and held up his sausage-shaped fingers, loaded with various gold-plated rings.
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