Stories 111 and 112:

Story 111:

"Hands up," said the new sheriff.

"I'm innocent!" the outlaw protested. "It was my long-lost twin brother, Wes. He returned."

"So he did," said the sheriff. "It's good to see you again, Pete, but I'm afraid you're still under arrest."


Story 112:

We never learned who he was, or who he had been. A spy, or a prince of an unknown country, perhaps? No one could tell. We only knew what he wasn't: a baker.

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