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That weekend, she couldn’t help herself. She bought a metal detector off Marketplace and started scanning the yard. Not obsessively—just methodically. Every beep made her heart jump, but it was mostly nails, rusted screws, or can tabs. On the fourth day, she hit something. Same depth. Same sound. She dug, fast and messy. But it wasn’t a jar—just an old brass pipe cap. She sighed and filled it back in.
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