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In the Club office, the boggan shifts, and sets aside paperwork. From a desk drawer he pulls a small, square, clam-shell box to the desk surface. He stares at it.
He tucks it into a breast pocket of his jacket.
After a moment of wearing it, he takes it back out and stares at it.
Almost sneers... but the expression crumbles and he packs the box away again.
Rises, and goes into the day.