The contents of the bag
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Stacks of bundled cash filled the bag, piled tightly together. Hundreds, fifties, twenties—all neatly bound by crumbling rubber bands. Megan stared, uncomprehending.
She had expected maybe a broken part or a weird old toy, not this. There had to be thousands—maybe tens of thousands—of dollars sitting casually on her living room table. It didn’t feel real.
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