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fresh strawberries filled the air, mixing with the warmth of the oven. It was almost nostalgi
whole process. Layla also baked extra treats for the workers, knowing that despite their fear of him, they were still human. By th
n, they
nto the garage sent a chill down Layla's spine.
nt door
e lights flickered on, and every
nt, there
expression
his eyes scanned the room, not with surprise
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lared. "I said
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aze landed
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she pleaded, kicking, strugglin
e beat her fists weakly agains
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unhurried but firm. He didn't speak. Didn't
pushed open the doo
ick, he locked