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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Arthur cleared his throat—a sound like grinding gravel. "I... I forgot my wallet." Arthur reached into his pocket to his relief,
"Consider it a 'get well soon' gift," she said, sliding the receipt toward him. "Just make sure you actually the next bag yourself." but by 9:00 PM