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Shane strolled down the refrigerated food aisle at the DollarMart Superstore with Fiona and Aislinn beside him.
Fiona had been quiet since the house fire, too embarrassed to say much.
Aislinn hadn’t stopped talking—or eating. She’d plowed through what they’d taken from the house in record time and was looking for more.
“Can we get some donuts? How about chips? And maybe some burritos...”
She now sported the appearance of a teenager, with bright purple hair and neon clothes, drawing the occasional stare from the other customers.
“That yellow hoodie is blinding me. Maybe I should grab some sunglasses on the way out,” he teased.
She stuck her tongue out at him as they hit the deli counter.
Shane laughed and pointed to a few large packs of lunch meats and cheeses. “Do you think that
