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Gretchen swallowed hard to keep her heart in her chest. This was the den of the beast. If Carmen could be called something so basic. Truthfully, the plain suburban house seemed to stand over her like a giant’s foot, ready to crush her. Carmen wasn’t home, she reminded herself. It wasn’t like she’d know Gretchen came over. Besides, she’d been invited.

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