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I got the jewel, and my best friend had bought it. I delivered the stone to his house, and rang his doorbell excitedly. He opened the door and said, “you are under arrest,” as he pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his police officer uniform. I guess it pays to know your friends profession.

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