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mine.
Then, as if heaven itself had arranged the timing, a black Mercedes SUV pulled up outside the entrance.
The driver stepped out, opened the rear passenger door, and asked, “Ms. Harlow, are you ready?”
David stared at the vehicle, then back at me. “What is this?”
I turned toward him one final time.
What I wanted to say was: This is what happens when continue reading …
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