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gets handled fast, and nobody asks questions because the families are church people and Hendricks is basically untouchable.”
My mouth went dry.
“How many?”
“I don’t know.”
“Sarah.”
“I don’t know,” she repeated. “But enough that some of us notice.”
When I got home, Quincy was waiting behind the garage, backpack on, face pale.
“Mrs. Patterson picked me up from continue reading …
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