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Muriel Montgomery and her husband got their wish. Savannah and Judge Budge doctored the child's papers.

She was shipped to California on the next train, and Savannah sat there like the queen soaking in the stars and being a part of the Hollywood elite.

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A few years later, I was unemployed, falling from Savannah's good graces and the shield of her umbrella of protection. The Dust Bowl had moved into the small confines of my shabby, flea-bitten motel room.

That's when Delia Hunt burst in, frantic that our little baby girl had been swept from the street while playing outside with her little group of friends.

Though traumatized by their ordeal, the children had been able to describe the car that my little EmilyAnn had been forced into. My heart splatted the floor with certainty.

And now, I was forced to endure the gut-wrenching agony that so many before me had had to endure.

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