Who Are You?
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Traci raced to the man as soon as her shift was over. “Who are you,” she asked with her brows drawn close. She couldn’t believe she’d been stealing ingredients for him without knowing who he was.
The man smiled, asking her to take a deep breath. The sun was already setting behind him, lighting the street a deep orange. The man would spill everything.
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