When a graduate student realized that the only copy of her finished masters' thesis had been stolen from her locked car along with her purse and other items, she ignored the police who cautioned she'd never see her stuff again, analyzed the clues, thought like a thief, tracked her stolen property to a Wendy's refuse bin in another town, and recovered the stolen thesis, and other articles.
She must have emerged awfully grimy from the successful dive in the dumpster. Somehow, I think the police are the ones with egg on their faces this time around.
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