to the front of the store. He grabbed a

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rack near the front window, a rack fill

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ied to resist, s

' s small wrists, binding them to the le

still pinned by Brenda. "Please, d

board and a thick marker. He scrawled on

threaded a piece of string through them

miliating sign displayed on her chest. Shopp

and dirt, her lip swollen and b

ring his work. Then he

taking pict

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ke a hammer blow

nced, his voice cold. "And I' m sending a copy to her schoo

recording on her own phone, now in Brenda' s pocket, had captured M

ivering, her eyes wide with a te

lars, the apology – it had all twi

t numb. This coul