So, as it happens, my bag was found. The nice dudes working at the train station (next door to the pub where the bag was stolen) called me, and I went to pick it up. The thief had dashed down into a quiet spot in the station, ransacked the bag, grabbed my iPod, and dumped the bag behind a fence in a kitchen midden-y type area covered in trash and
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