Thumbing though her tattered Lisa Frank Trapper Keeper, Elise muttered to herself. “This job screams, ‘classic’,” she said. “But, he doesn’t want ordinary.” Filled to overflowing with a sundry of keepsakes – handwritten notes, old newspaper clippings, yellowed photographs, movie tickets – the binder was Elise’s manual of mayhem. It was where she kept all…
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