Inside the car
Clara kept expecting someone to stop her and ask what she was carrying, but no one did. The crowd remained preoccupied with the shoes, oblivious to her discovery. Clara’s car was parked a short distance away behind the dunes. She reached it with zero trouble and unlocked the door. “Let’s get out of here,” she said to herself, finally daring to speak in the confines of her locked vehicle.
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