Getting ready

As the sun dipped below the rooftops, Samantha’s heart began to race again. Mr. Hensley stayed by her side, sipping tea on her porch as they waited for nightfall. The police moved silently into the shed, carrying small radios and flashlights. Samantha felt like she was living in a detective novel. She kept glancing at the jar, hoping this plan would finally solve the mystery.
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