She ran her fingers through her hair. "Yesterday. They were in this side pouch. Right here." She gestured to the right compartment which was now entirely empty. She looked at Peter. "I don't think it fell out." And suddenly Liz remembered all the stories her father used to say about pickpockets in Europe when he had been young and travelled.
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Date: 2018-07-03 11:58 pm (UTC)