There's a large traditional red Swedish house. In the middle of the woods, there's an old

recity veranda that leads to the front door of the house. Christina returns home after a

night spent away. The first thing that there was strange was when I came home.

When I walked up on my veranda, I noticed something hanging on the veranda.

It was this small blue corduroy suit.

A tiny blue corduroy suit.

I know I made a joke.

Oh, here is the suit suit when comes the man. His clothes are here, where's the man?

The tiny man.

Have you ever dated a man that size before?

No, no.

It doesn't stop there.

One and a half years after the suit was deposited on Christina's veranda, she saw another item sitting there.

This time, it was a tiny suitcase. And do you feel confident in your

daughter-in-law taking this case on. Absolutely.

Even though she hasn't actually cracked any cases before,

she has got a success rate of 0% in solving crimes.

Yeah, but I still think she's my best option.

I would agree, yeah, you don't have any other you've done your detective course

let's not get into that Helen. Who shacked on the floor in my wedding proudly

presents the case of the tiny suitcase.

You look wild, Harold. I'm buzzed.

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