Arthur reached into his pocket to his relief, but his fingers met nothing but lint. He checked the other pocket. Empty. His wallet was sitting on his bedside table next to a half-empty glass of water.
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He froze, clutching the bag. He looked at the cashier, then at the exit, then back at the cough drops. His throat gave a rebellious, jagged twitch. He couldn't leave without them, but he couldn't pay. "Sir?" the cashier prompted, finally looking up. Arthur reached into his pocket to his relief,