Betty Ann

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Understanding dawned on her as she realized they were searching for her ruble certificate. Her repulsion faded, and anger replaced it. Why hadn’t she thought of grabbing it first? The man was right. What was the dead woman going to do with it now? It might as well help feed someone else, like Halya. She had to think faster if she wanted to keep Halya alive. It was good to have compassion, but the dead were beyond its reach.
The Memory Keeper of Kyiv
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