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First for everything
The recognition of her father’s voice was instant. He always had a distinct high pitch at the end of his sentences that was truly characteristic. Stacy wondered what he was doing here. He didn’t work nearby, and her old man hated fast food. Yet when he, Mark, spoke through the intercom, he ordered a burger and some fries. “Well, there is a first for everything,” Stacy said. But Mark had other motives for coming by…
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