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You're out and about doing whatever it is you've got on your agenda for the day when you just so happen to spot a dark patch of color among the snow that lines the side of path you're on. Upon closer inspection, it's a leather wallet, stained from the dampness of the snow. Peeking inside, you find two things: one, a crumpled list of people's first names with random objects scribbled next to them and a collection of dollar bills. A lot of dollar bills. In fact, at first glance, it looks to be well over two hundred dollars.

There are no other items in the wallet - no identification, no credit cards, nothing to help you identify the wallet's owner, just a shopping list and a wad of money. Looking around the area, it's clear that nobody else is around.

What do you do?


This time of year was always good for tips, she had only been playing for maybe three hours, and her case was full of money, and strangely enough, gift cards. When had this become a thing? She didn't really mind, it was nice to have the easy income, her fingers were cold, but she had made a killing playing some holiday tunes and winking at people who were not really attractive enough to earn the fake oogeling ( but boooooy did it work )

It was time to call it quits, the streets were getting busy, and while one would think that would make for an even more profitable street performance payout, it also made it harder to engage the crowd while keeping a watchful eye on her case and its bounty.

So she carefully counted up the bills, mostly ones, but there were some fives, and to her grin, even a fifty, someone probably thought it was a five when tossing it in. She was more willing to believe than someone just being truly generous. And she could definitely use it. In the dead of winter the little snack shack that her beach front studio was perched upon didn't even open, so this was her only income for about a good solid three months. She folded away the bills, stuffing them straight into her bra. Luckily her tits were so big there just happened to be enough fabric there to contain the wad between them. She dumped the loose coins into her backpack style purse, unceremonious but taking great pleasure in the tinkling of coins as the fell into the bag.

She carefully put away her instrument and started back home, walking through the shopping areas heading back to the boardwalk. The walk itself seemed to be hopping but as she descended the abandoned concrete stairs the the lower planks that hovered just above the sands, it was clear people were staying away from the beach proper. No wonder, it was bitterly cold. The only prints on the boards were hers from when she left earlier, and they to would soon be eaten by fresh snow.

She strolled leisurely, even in the vicious cold she still loved the roar of the waves, the curls of water seeming more gray than blue with the reflection of the snow clouds above. She was admiring them when she noticed lump in the snow. She paused and nudged it with a booted foot. A wallet?

She picked it up and half-hazardly flipped it open with a flick of her wrist. Oh s**t that was a lot of money. Like… a lot. She gazed at it and signed, putting her case down at her feet and rifling through the wallet, looking for something, anything. An Id? Nothing. No drivers license, no credit card, not even a library card. No number she could call to return it to its owner. Well, that sucked. There was a list of what appeared to be names and gifts corresponding with them, a shopping list of some sort?

Well, that double sucked. But there really wasnt anything she could do about it. If she left it where it was, it would get snatched by someone else. She shrugged. She had done her duty, but there was simply no way to help. Even if there are been a club membership she would have been able to find a way to get it home ( she wasn't HEARTLESS ) but if someone was dumb enough to drop a wallet full of cash with no identification, then clearly it was expendable for them. She pocketed the cash, and with one last slightly sad grin at the shopping list, shook her head, tossing it into the trash with a sigh.