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The last day of school was over. It wasn't the last day before summer vacation, but my last day. I was moving. Moving to the last place on
Detective James Barnes was sitting at his desk sipping a cup of fresh made coffee when the phone rang. "Barnes." he answered. "Detective,
very good, Tabatha. You inspire me to fulfill my dreams of becoming a shorty story author. You know, my grandmother told me the same story? Do you happen to know her?
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