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service.
Taryn bending down, smiling.
Laya nodding seriously.
Taryn leaving.
My daughter waiting.
Five minutes.
Ten.
Twenty.
At thirty-one minutes, Laya approached Patricia.
At forty, she began crying.
At ninety, Patricia sat beside her.
At one hundred and twenty-three, I ran into frame.
I watched it once and never again.
Taryn’s criminal attorney argued she intended continue reading …
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