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She never went near the cash register.
But Rick did.
I watched him glance around, wait until the cashier stepped away, then open the drawer and pocket a thick stack of bills. He slipped them into his jacket, smooth and practiced, like he’d done it before.
Then he saw Gigi leave without paying and seized the opportunity.
He called the cops, told them she’d stolen cash, and blamed an old woman for his own crime.
I sat there staring at the screen, hands clenched into fists.
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