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The drive home
The drive home was a blur. Jeff’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his mind racing. What had he gotten himself into? He had moved to this town to escape the chaos of the city, and now he felt like he was diving headfirst into trouble. The sight of his house brought a small wave of relief, but the bag on the seat reminded him that this wasn’t over yet.
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