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Finding a problem
Mia dug into her purse as they approached the parking lot, fishing out the car keys. Chloe walked beside her, humming. “Row 27, right?” Mia asked casually. Chloe nodded. They approached the row Mia had remembered. But when they got there, something wasn’t right. The familiar spot where she parked just a hour and a half ago was now just an empty space.
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