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ArtistIt couldn't be the old worn out folder that was lying next to me that was talking to me. Surprisingly I could not believe it. It had seemed to me, before, that only we - the suitcases - were endowed with these magical abilities, the ability to think and reason. I didn't. Now I distinctly heard and understood that the business folder was talking to me. - Don't think, brother, that we're all honest helpers," she said. No, I saw a picture last week, when my master and I were at the Research Institute, one of my colleagues, a business folder like me, hid important documents in her depths. Her master went through all the compartments, shook out all the contents, shook out all the guts. But he did not find these papers. To my question - why was it all done?