On the drive home tonight, I turned a corner a little too fast and heard a scraping noise in the purple Saturn's door. Waiting for the green light, I looked down, and there was the car's cigarette lighter, in the little pocket on the door.
The scum-sucking sociopath who stole the car last month didn't take it, after all.
Why I didn't hear it sliding around before, I don't know. AC fan on high and radio on loud, I guess.
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