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Her newly gained confidence shriveled as she stared at the odd men facing her. One of them spoke, his voice low and almost guttural, "Get in the van." It was not a request, but simply a command. Her eyes facing the ground, she began to walk forward, each step reluctant. Her hand shook, knuckles gleaming white from the strength of gripping her MVP. She took one look behind her, not knowing if it would be the last look of the real world before being pushed into the van.
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