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Conner just put his hands on his hips.
“Magic medallion? Body swapping? Have you gone crazy, Conner?” He asked her, “And I certainly haven’t seen any pink bag. Perhaps you need some rest. You clearly aren’t feeling well.”
Of course, Conner knew exactly what she was talking about. He knew what happened to the pink bag and the medallion. If he recalled correctly, it was in a dumpster on 8th Street.