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     "Lizzie!" Gracie, my best friend since third grade ran over to me, her brown locks bounced on her shoulders. I turned around, my red ball gown swayed with my movements. My black and straight hair followed the movement as well. "Why are you so wound up? You're like a freaking Jack-In-the-Box." I giggled.  She panted. Hard. Like a dog that just came back from a full on sprint. "Have you heard about Prarie Park? Another three girls from our work went missing!" Her pretty skirt that was studded with rubies glittered
In the disco ball's shine. The party around us got quieter, something that never happens! "Well, what are we waiting for! The chief would want to hear this!" I grabbed her tiny hand and led her to the exit. But then I realized. What if she was joking? Pulling a prank? No, when it came to kidnappings she never ever jokes about these kind of things.

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