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Worried someone was messing around, Lena opened each freezer door along the aisle. Frozen pizzas. Ice cream. Vegetables. Then—she gasped. Behind the glass of the final unit was a man in blue gym shorts and a T-shirt, wedged upright between frozen turkeys. His eyes were wide and scared. “Please,” he whispered, lips trembling, “don’t tell them.”
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