If Only I Were Joking
Reid pauses for just a second. "Well, you can have my money, and my credit cards, and even my IDs--I don't really know what my identity is, anyway. Just let me keep my wallet."
In a second all he owns is gone, except his wallet, which isn't even real leather. Reid smiles, thinking, "I am a brilliant compromiser, I am."
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