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ok, so picture this. I go to someone's place for a smoke and, while I'm going, I take along my laptop to copy some shit. the laptop fits in this really stazzy silver suitcase made of plastic, and would have looked a bit mafia if it wasn't for the shoulder strap. so I go over there, and do as intended. They invite me to join in a game of poker, which I decline. one of the cool things I find, whilst copying shit, is the old Outer Limits series. They offer me white powder, I decline, they partake. I close my laptop and reach for the beer and a cigarette and realise I just shut down my laptop by closing it. After much struggling whilst hearing the snifflings of the others, as if there was a bit of a cold going around, I manage to get it started up again - it first behaves a bit odd. When I get it up again I can't find Outer Limits. Anywhere on the network. I've been sitting between everyone and the computer on which the stuff was, so I know no one has gotten to it, and there's a folder created when it started copying, but nowhere to be found. Digital haunting. Daunting. Later I get access to Outer Limits which is infact on the network, but wasn't shared. Whhooooooeeeeeoooooo. Then they start looking around for cash and call their dealer, and I get quietly uncomfortable and leave after two of the other guys leave to go meet him. All the time I'm thinking about the briefcase, and how it would look if anyone was watching them and saw me arrive and then later leave with it. On the way home I thought I should write this down.