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32 A little velvet bag, the kind fancy bottles of Canadian Whiskey came in, perched on the bench where he'd sat. It rattled as she picked it up and drew the pucker of the braided gold cord open... ... and had to smile. Rattling the bag on purpose with her hand beneath it, she picked out one red checker and one black checker, then upended the bag on the table and walked away.
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