 return to her attic while I was en route.

She was still moving farther away from home by the time I got to her dorm. I did the whole fake searching for my key thing and got in as easily as before. You know, for someone supposedly so smart and deep into the illegal trade, you'd think she'd have installed a better lock on her door. Maybe she just dabbled, I speculated, as I closed the door behind me.

I looked around the room I'd just entered and saw nothing had changed from my last visit. Also, nothing really screamed "hiding place," though with no personal touches or signs of someone living here I wouldn't have expected a noticeable place to hide objects, so I'd have to do this the hard way.

For the size of the dorm and lack of furnishings except for the second hand school provided furniture, it took me a surprisingly long time to search every nook and cranny. Just as I'd think I'd looked everywhere, my imaginative mind would come up with someplace else to look and no amount of reassurance and denial would stop my mind from telling me that I had to look. It could be inside the couch, or under the cushions, or inside the oven, or shoved on top of the cabinets, or between the mattress and box spring, or...my mind had endless possibilities. But I finally looked in all them, finding nothing.

I made one more check on her location before pulling down the attic ladder and climbing up into her hidden space. Again, the room looked exactly as it'd been when I'd been there days before, but I knew at least one thing had changed: there shouldn't be any money in the pillowcase. She should have spent it all on the jewels, of which I was in possession of half.

_But how do you know if you don't look_, the voice in my head whispered to me. I didn't. So I went to the pillowcase and looked. To my surprise, there was still money there. Not as much as before, but at least a couple thousand dollars.

"I have to leave it here," I told myself even as my fingers itched to grab the money left so carelessly. "If I take it, she'll know someone was here. Then she could take off. If she takes off, then I will never get rid of her. And if I don't get rid of her properly, I'll
return to her attic while I was en route. 

 She was still move far away from home by the time I become to her dorm. I did the unharmed fake searching for my key matter and get in as well as before. You know, for someone supposedly so fresh and deep into the illegal trade, you'd think she'd have installed a better lock on her doorway. Maybe she just dabbled, I speculate, as I closed the door behind me. 

 I expect around the room I'd precisely entered and visualize nothing had changed from my last visit. besides, nothing really screamed " hiding place, " though with no personal touches or signs of someone live here I wouldn't have expected a noticeable place to hide objects, so I'd have to do this the hard way. 

 For the size of the dorm and lack of furnishing except for the second hand school provided furniture, it take me a amazingly farseeing time to search every corner and cranny. Just as I'd remember I'd looked everywhere, my imaginative mind would derive up with someplace else to look and no amount of reassurance and denial would stop my mind from telling me that I accept to look. It could be inside the couch, or under the cushions, or inside the oven, or shoved on circus tent of the cabinets, or between the mattress and box spring, or... my judgment had endless possibilities. But I finally looked in all them, line up nothing. 

 I made one more check on her location before attract down the attic ladder and climbing up into her obscure space. Again, the room count precisely as it'd been when I'd been there days earlier, but I knew at least one matter had changed: there shouldn't be any money in the pillowcase. She should have spend it all on the jewels, of which I was in possession of one-half. 

 _ But how do you know if you don't look _, the voice in my head whispered to me. I didn't. So I went to the pillowcase and looked. To my surprise, there was still money there. Not equally much as before, but at least a couple thousand dollar. 

 " I have to leave it here, " I told myself even as my fingers itched to grab the money left indeed carelessly. " If I take it, she'll know someone was here. Then she could take off. If she takes off, then I will never get rid of her. And if I don't get rid of her by rights, I'll
 rehurn to her attic while L was en route.

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 return to her attic while I was En route.

She Was stIll MovInG farTher Away from home by THe tiMe I got to her dorm. I did the Whole FaKE seaRChIng foR my key tHInG ANd gOt In As eAsILy As befOre. you know, For someone SupPoSedly so smart ANd Deep into thE ilLegal trade, yoU'd tHink shE'd HavE InstaLleD a betTer locK On her dOor. Maybe sHe JUst dabBLed, I speCULaTed, aS I closed the door beHInD Me.

I looked arounD the roOm i'D jUST enTerEd and saw noThIng haD Changed FRoM MY LasT Visit. Also, nothIng really scREamEd "hidiNg PlaCE," thougH with No PErsOnal touches Or siGns of someOne livINg here I WOuldn't hAve expEctEd a NotiCEaBlE plAcE To hIDe ObjECts, So I'd have To Do This tHe haRD WAY.

For The Size Of the Dorm and lack of FurNishINgs ExcepT for tHe seCoNd hanD schooL provIdEd furniture, it toOk me A surprisiNglY lOng TiMe to sEArch evEry NooK and craNny. Just AS I'd ThINK i'd Looked everywhere, my ImAGInAtive minD would COmE uP With somePlAce Else TO Look aNd no AMoUnt of reaSsuranCE aNd Denial wOuLd stop My MinD frOm telLIng mE that I Had to looK. It coULd be inside the cOUch, or under the CUsHIOnS, Or inSidE the oven, or sHoveD On toP of tHE cAbiNEts, or BetweEn THe MAttress and box spring, Or...My mind Had enDless possibilIties. But I fINALly lookeD in aLL tHEm, finding nothiNg.

I maDe one more cHEck on her LocatIon beforE pulling dOWN the attiC laDdeR anD clIMBiNg up into her hiDDEn spAcE. Again, tHe rOom lookEd eXacTly As iT'd Been when I'D been theRe DaYs BeForE, but I KNew at leaSt One ThIng Had chANged: thEre shOuldN't Be ANy mOney in tHE pILLowcAsE. SHe shOulD hAve spEnt iT All On the jeWels, of whiCh I WAs in PoSsEssion oF half.

_But how do YoU know if you DoN't lOok_, the VOIce in my hEad whispered to me. I didn't. SO i went to The PilloWcasE and lookeD. To My surpRisE, There wAs stilL moneY tHerE. nOt as mUCH aS beFoRe, but at leaST A coUple tHoUsanD dollarS.

"I have to leave it herE," i toLd myself even aS my FingERS iTchED tO GraB tHE moNEY left so carelessLy. "If I take iT, sHE'lL know someoNE waS hEre. Then She coulD take OFf. If she Takes off, tHen I will nEvEr geT RId oF her. And if I Don't get rId of her prOPerly, i'Ll
 return to her attic while  I was enroute .
She  w as s till  moving farthe r  awa y from home by the tim e I g ot to h e rdorm.  I didt he w hol efa kese a rc hingfor  my key  thing and  go tin as easily as  before. Y ouknow, for so meo ne sup po sed l y sosma rt an d deep into t he illega lt rade,y ou'd th i n kshe' d have installeda  b e tter lock on h er doo r. Ma y b e s hejust dabbl ed , I s p eculate d ,a s I c l osed the door  behind me. 
Ilooked  a rou n d theroomI' d  ju st enteredandsaw nothi ng had changed from my  lastvis it.  Als o ,no thi ng rea l ly  sc r eam ed "hidi ng  p lace, " th o u g h  wit h n o pe rsona l touches orsig ns o f  so meone  livi ng h er e I w ouldn' t hav eexpected a noti ceab le placetohi deob jects ,  so I' d h ave  to dothis th e  ha rd w a y. 

For the size ofth e do rm and l ack of fu rn i shings e xc ept  for t he se cond ha nd schoo l prov i de dfurnitu re , it t oo k m e a  surp r isin gly lo ng timeto se a rch every nook and cranny. J u st a sI 'd t hin k I'd looke d ev e rywh ere, my  im a ginat ive m in d  w o uld come up with so me placeelseto look and n o amount o f r eassuran ce a n dd enial would st op my  mind from tellingme th at I had  to look. I t couldbeins ide  th e co uch, or under t he c us hions,orinsidethe  ov en,  or  s hoved ontop of t he  c ab in ets , orb etween t he  ma tt res s and box sp ring,  or. .. my min d had e n dl e s s po ss ib ilit ies .But I  fin a lly  looked  in all t hem ,  fin di ng  nothin g.

I made on emore check  o n h er loc a t ion befo re pulling down the att i c ladde r a nd cl imbi ng up int o h er hid den space.  Again , the  r oom l ooked e xa ctl yas it'd be e n  wh en I' dbeen  theredays before, but I kne w at least on e t hing h ad  ch a ng e d:th e res h ouldn't be anymoney in t he pi llowcase.S hesh ould ha ve spen t ita ll on t he jewels , of whic hI wa s inpossession  of half .

_But h o w doy ou  know  if  you d on 'tlook_ , thev oic e inmy hea dwhispe red t ome. I di dn't. So I went to thepillow caseand  looked.Tom y s urprise,ther e was stil l m one y the re. Not a s mu c hasb efore , bu t  at least acou p l ethousand do l l a rs. 

"Ihav e  to le aveit here," I toldm yself even asmy f i n ger s i t ched  t o grab the mon eyle f t  so care le ssly. "If I  take it ,s he'll  knowsomeon e was h e r e. Then s he c oul d take of f.If she tak es  o f f, the n Iwi ll nev er get rido f  her. And if I d on'tg e t rid ofher p ro perly,I 'll
 return_to her_attic while I was_en route.

She_was_still moving_farther_away from home_by the time_I got to her_dorm. I did_the_whole fake searching for my key thing and got in as easily as before._You_know, for_someone_supposedly_so smart and deep into_the illegal trade, you'd think_she'd have_installed a better lock on her door. Maybe_she_just dabbled, I_speculated, as I closed the door behind me.

I looked_around the room I'd just entered_and saw nothing_had_changed_from my last visit._Also, nothing really screamed "hiding place,"_though with no personal touches or_signs of someone living here I wouldn't_have expected a noticeable place to_hide objects, so I'd have_to do_this the hard way.

For the_size of the_dorm and_lack of furnishings_except for the second hand school_provided furniture, it_took me a surprisingly long time_to_search every nook_and_cranny._Just as_I'd think I'd_looked_everywhere, my_imaginative_mind would come up with someplace_else_to look and no amount of reassurance_and denial would stop_my_mind from telling me_that I had to look._It could be inside the couch,_or under_the cushions,_or inside the oven, or shoved on top of the cabinets,_or between the mattress and box_spring, or...my mind had_endless possibilities._But_I finally looked_in_all them,_finding nothing.

I made one more check on_her location_before pulling down the attic ladder_and climbing up into_her_hidden space. Again, the room looked_exactly as it'd been when I'd_been there days before, but_I_knew_at least one thing had_changed: there shouldn't be any money_in the pillowcase._She should have spent it all on_the_jewels, of which I was in_possession_of half.

_But how do you know_if_you_don't look_, the voice in_my head whispered to me. I_didn't. So I went to the pillowcase and looked._To my surprise,_there was still money there._Not_as_much as before, but at least a couple thousand dollars.

"I_have to_leave it here,"_I told myself even as my fingers itched to grab_the money left so carelessly. "If I_take it, she'll know someone was here. Then she could take_off. If she takes off, then I will_never get rid of her. And if_I don't get rid_of_her properly, I'll