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Making threats
“He’s standing right there,” Claire whispered, yanking gently at Nora’s sleeve. “Move back, now.” Nora hesitated, then took a step away from the door. Her heart pounded in her ears. “We don’t know who you are, or what you’re doing in our store,” she shouted toward the door. “But know this—my colleague is calling the police right now!” Nora gestured toward Clair to actually dial 911.
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