Sounding furious
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She jolted upright, the covers falling away. “Excuse me?” Megan said, struggling to shake off the fog of sleep. The voice was harsh and unmistakable—it was the man from the flea market. But this time, he didn’t sound calm or controlled. He sounded furious, almost panicked, like something terrible had happened because of the stroller.
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