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In those last few moments that I was dragged through the field behind my beautiful '38 Packard, all of my senses were convened upon the tall wheat grass, its blurry green smell crackling against my parched, fading tongue.

It was when we were ready to open the tiny acorn-shaped lock on the safe-deposit box that we discovered our mistake: in our hurry to pile into the getaway car, we'd left behind our clever little squirrel.