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Lost hardcover edition of 'The Great Gatsby' with worn cover and personal notes, misplaced near a coffee shop downtown Bozeman.
I lost my hardcover edition of 'The Great Gatsby' while sitting in a coffee shop near downtown Bozeman. I believe it might have slipped out of my bag when I got up to leave. It has a few personal notes in the margins, and the cover is a bit worn. I'd love to get it back if anyone found it!
Gray canvas tote with red heart keychain
I lost my gray canvas tote yesterday around 3pm near the Bozeman Public Library on Main Street. It's a medium-sized bag with a faded blue strap and a little red heart-shaped keychain hanging from the zipper. The bottom corner has a coffee stain and there's a small fray on the left handle—pretty obvious if you know it. Inside I carry a blue spiral notebook, a black fountain pen, and a photo strip of my sister tucked at the bottom, plus a reusable coffee sleeve. It was a gift from my grandmother and has sentimental value; I really need it back. If anyone found it, please DM me here.
Tan Michael Kors tote with gold hardware
I lost my tan Michael Kors tote yesterday around 3pm near the Bozeman Public Library on Main Street. It's a medium-sized pebble leather bag with gold hardware, and the zipper works fine. The interior lining is a dusty rose color with a small floral print, and there's a navy tassel zipper pull I added myself. Inside I had a folded note from my grandmother and a faded portrait card, so it means a lot to me. It has a few small scuffs on the bottom corner, but otherwise it's in decent shape. If you found it, please get in touch — I really need it back; it's sentimental and has my initials 'PK' stamped on a leather tag on the inside.
Lost passports near Baxter Hotel, Bozeman.
After a quick meeting at the Baxter Hotel on Main Street in Bozeman, I checked my bag around 4:30 p.m. Friday and realized my passports were missing. I hurried to the lobby and then walked the surrounding blocks—Main Street, the area near the Emerson Center, and the coffee shops—trying to spot them, but they weren’t there. These passports are crucial for an overseas trip next week, and the clock is ticking. I keep replaying the moment I set them down, hoping someone picked them up and kept them safe until I can sort out replacements.