Staring at the jar

Samantha stayed in the kitchen, pacing back and forth with the jar always in her line of sight. Every time she glanced at it, her mind twisted with new questions. She picked it up, shook it slightly, and watched the bills inside shift like green waves. The money felt almost too real to believe. She rubbed her forehead, unsure whether to call the police or hide it.
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