“Is that going in Jim’s folder?” Creed pointed at a note with a yogurt-lid medal attached.
“No. I lost my nerve.” Pam wiped an eye and walked off.
Creed turned it over, grabbed a Sharpie and wrote: Bring me back some NY weed, dude. He slipped it into the folder.
“It is now," he said.
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