Inspector Blu picked up a big envelope with an address in Nebraska . ‘From our fudge loving friend’ he said. ‘For the past three years, every week he got the fudge in the mail. Recently, though, he started sending an envelope back. To the same name: Billy K.’ Saying this, he opened the envelope. Philip sighed; another regulation violation. To their surprise, a bag of autumn bloom potpourri fell on the floor. Bizarre. You would think you could get potpourri in Omaha .
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