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bureaus.”
I signed my actual name next to the fake one they’d used. My hands were cold. I could feel sweat between my shoulder blades.
He handed me a printout. Case number 26-4813. “If anyone gives you grief about this, give them that.”
There it was—an official sentence, a number that meant I wasn’t just being dramatic.
Outside in my truck, I pulled my continue reading …
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