When we were in Vegas last weekend, we were walking around killing time before heading to the airport when my husband spotted boxes sitting in the floor next to an ashtray. Turns out, they were wooden cigar boxes and the woman running the cart was more than happy to give them to us. He stuck them in his backpack and hauled them back to Texas for me. He still thinks it's a riot that my favorite thing in Vegas was the free cigar boxes. I'm a simple girl. :)
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