Behind the Chinese warehouse, Carla and Agnes gathered metal scraps and any trash worth selling.
“Look!” Agnes pointed at the mountain of rusty tin cans and containers. “We hit the jackpot.”
Their eyes sparkled, overjoyed at the trove. As they carefully loaded their valuable items in their cart, they discovered a big backpack lying underneath.
“Who do you think the owner might be?” Carla asked. She never had a bag before, and she longed to have it.
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