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today, Mark.”
I sat at the kitchen table, opened my laptop, and pulled up the camera footage.
At 6:08 a.m., the yard was empty.
At 6:11, a car rolled slowly past the house.
At 6:14, a young woman crossed the lawn carrying the blue bundle.
She wore a dark hoodie and moved carefully, one hand under the carrier, the other keeping the blankets tight. When she continue reading …
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