The contents of the bag

Stacks of bundled cash filled the bag, piled tightly on top of each other. Hundreds, fifties, twenties—all neatly bound by crumbling rubber bands. Paul stared, uncomprehending.
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He had expected maybe a broken part or a weird old trinket, but not this. There had to be tens of thousands of dollars sitting casually on his coffee table.
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