The contents of the bag
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Stacks of bundled cash filled the bag, piled tightly on top of each other. Hundreds, fifties, twenties—all neatly bound by crumbling rubber bands. Paul stared, uncomprehending.
He had expected maybe a broken part or a weird old trinket, but not this. There had to be tens of thousands of dollars sitting casually on his coffee table.
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