“What is happening?”
It was clear that these were skilled hands wielding a shovel with precision. A shiver ran down her spine as she peered into the hole. The previous night’s events flashed through her mind. “What is happening?” Jane whispered to herself. During the rest of the day, it was quiet in her garden. It was clear that these intruders invaded at night. So she devised a plan.
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