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"Enjoy the carnival?" the driver asked.
Tracy swallowed. "I--- yes." She pulled out her hand mirror and did what she could to make herself presentable. She had been stupid to try to make Joe Romano confess. Everything had gone wrong. How can I tell Charles what happened? She knew how shocked he would be, but after she explained,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], he would understand. Charles would know what to do.
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