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Chapter 19
It was Thursday, late morning. Layla filled Victoria in on what had transpired since the last time she had seen her.
“Goodness,” Victoria said. “You’ve had quite the weekend.”
“And week. I have a whole new look,” Layla bragged.
“I noticed the change in your makeup and clothes. What brought that on?”
“Something strange happened to me at the gun store. It was like I faded away, and my body went into autopilot. I knew more about guns than I realized. When I left, I felt like a whole new person, but yet . . . familiar.”
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