Can’t Shake It
As Mark drove home, Buddy dozed contentedly in the passenger seat, exhausted from his long adventure. But Mark’s mind was far from peaceful. He couldn’t stop thinking about the mysterious note and its chilling implications. Who could have taken Buddy? And why would someone do this? At a red light, Mark smoothed out the crumpled paper on the steering wheel and read the words once more:
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