lovethyself
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*she tiptoes into the room, pausing to listen for movement. Was that whisper of sound something moving? Nah, just the air vents. 'There it is.' Sitting on the table, in the open for everyone to see and admire it, is the WIN. Moving cautiously, she makes her way over to the table, sliding the fake WIN out of her bag. The switch should be easy. Nothing to it. She exchanges the WINs, sliding the real one into her bag. She pauses at the door for one last look around, notices nothing amiss, and walks out the door. 'They'll never notice the difference.'*
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