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Thievery

Thursday morning brought a new horror. The school’s petty cash box—normally kept locked in the main office—was discovered under the bleachers. Frank was called in immediately. “Why would I hide it here?” he shouted. But to add insult to injury, Frank’s gardening gloves were found inside the chest. “You’re the only one besides me to have keys to every door,” the principal said coldly. “I can’t trust you.”
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