Yesterday, I was grabbing my new bag to get some pencils for playtesting. There seemed to be an awful lot of stuff in the bag, though. Which was weird, given that I don’t really have a lot to put in that bag because of that whole being robbed thing.
So I opened my bag. Inside, I discovered a new copy of the game Hive, a new copy of the book Homicide, and a tin of Altoids. All things that had been stolen from me when my bag was taken.
My wife put them there. Because she loves me.