Her Darkest Secret: Chapter 9
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The proprietor was back to watching television on his laptop. He looked up at me from where he was seated behind the counter. He must have noticed the stress and strain that painted my face like a mask because his happy-go-lucky smile immediately melted.
“Can I help you with something, sir?” he asked. “Did you need to buy something else?”
I shook my head.
“It’s about my friend,” I said. Then, feeling my chest tighten at the mere mention of the word friend. “My girlfriend. I can’t seem to find her. Do you know if she happened to come into the store, maybe to look for me?”
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