Inside The House

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Samantha carried the jar inside and set it on the kitchen counter. It looked even stranger under the light. Crisp bills pressed against the glass, tight and perfect.
Like they’d just come from a bank. She stood there for a long time, unsure whether to call someone. And who should she even call? The police? A friend?
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