Two men talking
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The man stepped off her porch, pacing toward Mr. Holloway with sharp, frustrated movements. Megan pressed closer to the window, straining to hear. “I bought something from her,” the man barked.
“There’s something wrong with it. She knew!” Mr. Holloway stayed calm, folding his arms across his chest. “Maybe you should explain yourself before scaring people.”
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