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Complete, First published Dec 03, 2014
One day Molly and  mom went shopping and her mom went to the bank to get her money out of her credit card.Mom turns around Molly is gone she asked. the security gaurd if he saw her and he said yes he said that way.Pointing twoards the door.Then mom runs to the door and she is not thare.Then the mom starts worrying and she sees a car speeding down the road.Mom gets in her car and follows it but she diddint catch up.It's been 3 hours mom Hasent seen Molly she had contacted the police Molly's friends and the said no they dissent se her.Mom and the police investigate. bun no fingerprints any whare.Her and husband go to the woods and have a walk to see for any evidence but no blood marks or anything.
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