“Go to First National. I got me a lock box. Box 102. All the money I got in the world’s in there.” Suddenly tired, Tim slumped his way to his bed and plopped onto the surface, face first. “Just get my Judy back. S’all I want.”
Violet stood, pocketing the key. “I’ll do my damndest.” With one last look towards the sorry sack in the corner, Violet left Tim’s apartment, being sure to lock it on her way out.
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