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I owe everything to her.”
“Does she know you did that?” Max asked.
“She just said a safe place, somewhere close by the store.”
“I’ll come with you, Theo,” I interrupted.
“Let me get my coat and shoes.”
The shelter buzzed with low conversation and the clatter of dishes. The place smelled like beef broth and industrial soap. A woman at the front desk looked up as we approached.
“We’re looking for Irene,” Theo said.
“She has a small white dog.”
Her eyes softened as she smiled.
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