Nevertheless, while keeping a close eye on Melissa's sleeping form, he managed to paw her clothing a second time. Only after he'd resqueezed and rehandled each piece of it did he conclude that the Mexican A was in the big zippered outer pocket of her bag.

[…] Her old man crushes were always just that—crushes. But maybe she really is dating him. […]

I had some finger trouble and began my letter 'Dead Sir or Madman'.

This leaves an item which is a defect-free collectible, acceptable anywhere at the near-mint price.