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The computer wouldn't start. She banged on the side and tried again.
Nothing. She lifted it up and dropped it to the
table. Still nothing. She banged her closed fist
against the top. It was at this moment she saw
the irony of trying to fix the machine with
violence.
The opened package of potato chips held the
answer to the mystery. Both detectives looked
at it but failed to realize it was the key to solve
the crime. They passed by it assuming it was random trash ensuring that
the case would never be solved.
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All he wanted was a and although he

candy bar. It didn't seem could see what was
like a difficult request to taking place, he
comprehend, but the couldn't move to
clerk remained frozen intervene. He knew
and didn't seem to want that wasn't a
to honor the request. It satisfactory
might have had explanation even
something to do with though it was the
the gun pointed at his truth.
face. How had she been so
No matter how wrong? All her
hard he tried, he instincts and intuition
couldn't give her a completely failed her
good explanation for the first time in her
about what had life. She had so heavily
happened. It didn't relied on both when
even really make making decisions up
sense to him. All he until this moment and
knew was that he she felt a seismic shift
froze at the take place in her self-
moment and no confidence. If she
matter how hard could be so completely
he tried to react, wrong about
nothing in his body something so simple as
allowed him to this, how could she
move. It was as if make decisions about
he had instantly really important things
become a statue taking place in her life?
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