I lost my job. Drowned myself in alcohol. Memories? Clear. My pocket? Oh, a check... HALF. A. MILLION. DOLLARS?! There's also a handkerchief with "L.J." on it. "Come, find me. Check valid for 11 days." No name. No signature. Damn. It's useless. I need to find out who "L.J." is and claim my half a million. Welcome to my diary, you nosy.
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