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Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

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he was watching the house from a distance himself.

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At noon, Mike walked into the local grocery store on Federal Road, his boots squeaking on the white linoleum. He did not grab a cart, keeping his hands empty as he walked past the bakery counter toward the canned goods.

He spotted Sarah near the end of the third aisle, pushing a wire continue reading …

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