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The Last Memory: Chapter 8
"So, I will need my ID for this new job," Trenton said, taking a bite of her green beans. "Do you know where that is?" Pam looked at her closely before answering. "I know that I have it, but I will have to look to see where I put it."
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogueabout 3 hours ago in BookClub
The Last Memory: Chapter 7
"What about that hardware store over there?" Trenton suggested, looking over at Pam. "I don't see how that could hurt," Pam said, pulling into a parking spot next to the store. "You go in and seeing they are hiring. I'm going to get a coffee from across the street."
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The Last Memory: Chapter Five
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