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What the hell was the boy doing next to Aaron Dickson? Amy's heart lurched in her throat. There was nothing but evil in Grandfather Aaron's gaze, yet he held Sammy firmly. The grip didn't look protective to Amy. It looked more like he'd taken Sammy prisoner. Was he threatening her with it? Was he trying to communicate something to her? Amy's heart pounded. How would she leave the hall knowing Sammy was right in the hands of a murderer? It was so difficult to swallow, and even more difficult to bow when everyone else did. She was so stiff that she expected to hear her bones creak. Sammy noticed her, and bounced as he walked with Grandfather Aaron on the red carpet, waving madly at her, and smiling with innocent pride. Everyone's eyes burned with curiosity as they noticed the little
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