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And Sinker

“Maybe, but it’ll cost ya,” she managed to get out, always fearful in this part of the dealing. The butterflies in her stomach fluttered as she tried to do business.

“O’ course. Hop in.”

She walked over to the car, swung a door open, and climbed in. And no more was said as the man drove away with the girl, clearly no older than 13 years of age.

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