This morning when I was getting close to the Birch Street Nursing Home, something shiny in the weeds on the side of the road caught my eye. It turned out to be a metal briefcase. I picked it up and took it with me to the Birch Street Nursing Home. The patients were excited about the mystery of the locked case, and each had an idea of what might be inside. Mrs. Henley said we should turn the case in at the lost-and-found box at the police department. But Mrs. Patterson said that the case should stay right there at the Birch Street Nursing Home, and all the others agreed.
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