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I can speak to my father

TIFFANY

I kept pacing around the room as I chewed the food in my mouth,

I was in the same place with Gladys but she wasn't focused. I looked at her and I could that there was something bothering her.

I chewed and then swallowed hard. Gladys kept looking over the window and somehow, I understood her fear.

She was so certain that nothing could happen and no one would find out but someone checked her house.

I don't know how but the person seemed to know exactly what he was checking for. ...

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