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The Bag

Jake looked up from his book. "Shhhhh! Tommy, this is a library, don't shout!"

Tommy came up to the carrel Jake was sitting at, holding up a red leather backpack. "Sorry Jake. I got your bag back."

"What are you talking about?"

"I was walking across campus to the dining hall, and I saw some other kid carrying your bag. So I went to get it back from him."

Jake looked at Tommy. His jacket was askew, his hair was mussed, and he had the beginnings of a bruise on his left cheek. "Let me guess, he didn't want to give it up, and there was a fight?"

"Yeah. I mean, first he ran, then I grabbed the bag, but he wouldn't let go. He punched me even, so I had to punch him a coupla times before he dropped it and ran. But I got your bag back for ya."

Jake looked at his books, and at his watch. "Thanks, Tommy. I've got some reading to do for class. Go head off to lunch and I'll catch up with you later."

After Tommy was gone, Jake opened the bag, looked in it, and pulled out a day-planner. Flipping through the address book, he found the number he was looking for. He then reached down under his carrel and picked up an identical backpack. Opening an outer pocket, he took out his cell phone.

"Hi, Is this Mark Franklin? I'm Jake Filmore. This is sort of an awkward call. I bet we are the only two people on this campus who own red backpacks from Garpin Brothers. I've now got two myself, due to my over-zealous roommate. Do you want yours back? I'm in the library, studying on the 3rd floor. I'll be here, with both our bags, all afternoon. I'm really sorry about this."