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Knocking on Danger’s Door
His heart pounding, he walked up to her front door and rang the bell. The door opened, and there she stood. Jocelyn Russo looked older than Mark remembered, her eyes widened in recognition, “Mark Willenburg?” she said, her voice a mix of surprise and wariness. “What are you doing here?”. Mark took a deep breath, steeling himself for the confrontation. “We need to talk, Jocelyn,” he said firmly. “About Buddy, about the note, about everything.
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