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The Knock Came Before I Could Dial 911

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The courtroom went so quiet I heard Mark sniff behind me. Big Mark, who fixes deadbolts and calls every salad “wet leaves.”

I crouched in front of Clara, right there beside the table with all the grown-up papers on it.

“No,” I said. “Forever opens from the inside too.”

She thought about that.

Then she reached into the pocket of her purple hoodie and pulled continue reading …

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