One last try

Lindy bounced into the kitchen and excitedly declared, "Aunt May, I left my purse at school! I've got to go get it." And she was gone as suddenly as she had come.

Walking quickly, Lindy was concerned that if she didn't get the purse back that afternoon, it would have to stay at school all weekend. She was afraid it would be stolen if that happened.

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