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…every time a child went missing, people couldn’t help but look to the old building sitting so silently behind the high fence.
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…every time a child went missing, people couldn’t help but look to the old building sitting so silently behind the high fence.
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View ArticleThat wild look is in the stray dog’s eye as well.
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