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One floor, two floors, three floors, four. Out of breath, she opened
the door to the building and greeted the policeman waiting at the gate.
"Yes? Something wrong, Officer?" she said, trying to look neither stoned nor alarmed, both of which she
was certain she appeared.
"These your keys, ma'am," he asked, holding up a set of keys in his hand.
"Oh, yes. We're did you find them?" Kim answered, opening the gate so that the officer could return them.
"In the gate's lock, ma'am. You must have left them there," he said, handing them to her.
"How'd you know they were mine?"
"Didn't. Tried all four apartments. You were the only person that answered. Next time, try to be more careful."
"Yes sir, Officer. And thanks," she said, closing the gate and rushing back inside before he could spot
her dilated pupils. She ran back up the four flights and leapt for the couch, out of breath and laughing hysterically
at the situation.
"Well, that was interesting," she said, as she stood up and walked over to the fridge to put her groceries
away. It wasn't until she had finished and was back on her couch looking at the space beneath the coffee table
that was once bong-occupied that she remembered where said bong was now in hiding.
She crouched down on the floor and once again lifted the slat. The bong was then retrieved and a quick cavity check
ensued. The space was empty save for a package wrapped in brown paper and tied with a string. Written in pen on
it was: Property of Miss Laura Alexis and Kim's current address.
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