Searching For Her
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In the frantic minutes Miranda had spent searching for the dog, she’d forgotten to check the most important thing. The trash bag was right there, waiting for her to open it.
Hoping she wasn’t pushing her luck, Miranda walked to the bag, her shoes squelching as they dispensed rainwater. Miranda wasn’t even close to the bag when she saw it twitch and move. Her breath caught.
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