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“What is happening?” I demanded. “What is this?” Mrs. Patel came around the counter. “Please come with me.” “No. Not until you tell me something.” She glanced toward the glass …
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“What is happening?” I demanded. “What is this?” Mrs. Patel came around the counter. “Please come with me.” “No. Not until you tell me something.” She glanced toward the glass …
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“What is happening?” I demanded. “What is this?” Mrs. Patel came around the counter. “Please come with me.” “No. Not until you tell me something.” She glanced toward the glass …
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“What is happening?” I demanded. “What is this?” Mrs. Patel came around the counter. “Please come with me.” “No. Not until you tell me something.” She glanced toward the glass …
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“What is happening?” I demanded. “What is this?” Mrs. Patel came around the counter. “Please come with me.” “No. Not until you tell me something.” She glanced toward the glass …
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