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Sophia.
“You did a brave thing yesterday, piccola. Today you do another brave thing. Stay with your mother and wait.”
As the door began to close, Sophia looked up.
“Mr. Vincent?”
“Yes, child?”
“The man with the scar. He was here today. I saw his car from the window before the loud noises.”
The door sealed with a hiss.
The shooting lasted one minute.
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