An organized mind

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Her hands trembled as she flipped through the crinkled pages. Names and numbers from years ago scrawled in faded ink. Then, finally—there it was. Bethany Collins.
Megan exhaled in relief, running her finger under the name. An old phone number, scribbled next to a faded address. It was a start. At least it was something.
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