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Cry in the Night (Rock Harbor Series #5)

Cry in the Night (Rock Harbor Series #5)

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by Colleen Coble

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Bree and Samson discover a crying infant in the snowy Rock Harbor forest. But where are the baby’s parents? And how did she get there?

A mysterious sound leads search-and-rescue worker Bree Matthews and her dog Samson to an abandoned baby in the woods outside Rock Harbor, Michigan. Bree takes the baby girl in and begins to search for the mother&mdash


Bree and Samson discover a crying infant in the snowy Rock Harbor forest. But where are the baby’s parents? And how did she get there?

A mysterious sound leads search-and-rescue worker Bree Matthews and her dog Samson to an abandoned baby in the woods outside Rock Harbor, Michigan. Bree takes the baby girl in and begins to search for the mother—presumably the woman reported missing just days earlier.

While teams scour the wintery forests, Bree ferrets out clues about the woman. Where is she and why did she leave the child behind? And how does that connect to Bree’s first husband’s mysterious death years ago in the Upper Peninsula? Everything Bree thought she knew about her life changes with the sound of a cry in the night.

“Coble is a great writer . . . She knows what readers want and she does not disappoint.” —Romantic Times

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After finding a baby in the Michigan woods, Bree Matthews (Into the Deep) goes on the hunt for the child's missing mother. The trail leads her to secrets from her own past, including the truth about her first husband.

—Tamara Butler

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By Colleen Coble

Thomas Nelson

Copyright © 2009 Colleen Coble
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ISBN: 978-1-40168-864-6

Chapter One

The baby in the carrier slept peacefully, tiny fists thrust against her chubby cheeks blissfully unaware of her danger. Pia Westola clicked off the phone and sat back in her chair, gazing at the baby, sick with the awareness of this new, undesirable turn her life had taken. What had started out as a job she could believe in—even if it did sometimes drift into the law's gray areas—had just become clearly criminal. She would never have agreed to take this infant if what Florence had just told her was true.

One glance at the clock told her her boss would be here soon. Pia just had to keep the little one out of his reach. Adrenaline pulsed through her at the thought. Her decision made, she slipped on her coat, adjusted the insulating cover over the baby carrier that fit on her like a backpack, then grabbed the bottles and diapers and stuffed them in with the baby. If she could hide out long enough, maybe she could get the baby to safety.

Before she reached the garage door, she heard a car out front. Peeking through the curtains, she saw him get out. His car blocked Pia's getaway. Biting back panic, she realized she'd have to escape through the kitchen door.

She exited quickly with the baby and stood on the porch. She knew she had to hurry, but which direction? He'd see her on the road. Her only hope was through the thigh-high drifts across her backyard and into the woods. Her cross-country skis were propped against the side of the house. She shouldered into the baby backpack, slung the diaper bag over that, and then snapped on her skis.

She set out across the frozen landscape. Her muscles were warm by the time she reached the edge of the woods, and her breath fogged the frigid air. But she'd reached the path other skiers had used, and the going would be easier.

Her back aching from the weight of the carrier, she spared a glance behind her. Her spirits flagged when she caught a glimpse of him. He was on skis too. She'd forgotten he always carried them in his car. He wasn't burdened with the baby either. She was never going to make the sanctuary she'd hoped for. He hadn't seen her yet though. She hoped he'd lose her tracks on the more highly trafficked trail.

Tension coiled along Pia's spine as she whirled and looked for a place to hide the baby. There—a fallen pile of logs had enough space under it to hide the infant. She slipped out of the backpack, and a crumpled piece of paper fell from her pocket. She wedged the carrier under the logs. She layered several insulated blankets around the tiny girl. At least the child was sheltered.

Picking up a branch, she erased the evidence of her tracks to the logs. She stared down the hill at the approaching figure, then retraced her steps. She met him at a bend in the trail. She'd never known him to be a violent man—maybe she could reason with him.

His narrowed gaze nearly cut her down. "Where's the baby?"

She tipped up her chin. "I'm not going to be part of this."

He grabbed her arm and twisted it. "Where is she?"

Reeling from the shock, Pia's shoulder shrieked with pain. Still, she held his gaze defiantly. "Where you'll never find her."

"I saw you carrying her!" He slapped her, then slapped her again. Both hands moved to her shoulders and he shook her. "Where is she?"

Pia's cheeks burned. Her head flopped with the violence of the shaking. Then he shoved her, and she was falling, falling toward a broken tree limb that jutted from the ground like a giant spear.

Chapter Two

Davy came barreling downstairs with his red hair sticking up. Bree Matthews swiped at it as he passed. "Hey, big guy, you want cereal or an egg and toast this morning?"

"Cereal," he said. He went to the table and pulled the cereal bowl toward him, then dumped Cheerios into it.

She glanced out at the sun glinting off the thick snowdrifts, then saw the clock on the stove. "Miss Florence is expecting you in twenty minutes."

"It's the start of the winter holiday, Mom. I like Miss Florence, but I'd rather go fishing with you. Can't I skip tutoring today?"

She frowned at his reluctance. She'd never known him to be less than eager to go to Florence's. "We'll go fishing this afternoon."

When had he started to call her Mom instead of Mommy? She should have noted the transition. Now she mourned it. He would be a young man the next time she blinked. Nearly eight years old. Where had the time gone? He rarely needed her help now. Not with breakfast or getting ready for school. His bed would have been made. He was the neatest kid she'd ever seen.

Just as Rob had been.

It fascinated her to consider how much of Davy's qualities she could credit to heredity and how much to environment. Even though he looked like her, he walked like Rob and he had Rob's cowlick at his forehead. He was a neatnik and he loved trains, just like his dad. His favorite color was green, and nearly every shirt he owned was a variation of that shade, as were Rob's, the ones she'd given to the Salvation Army after his death.

She snapped out of her trance when Kade walked with a heavy tread into the kitchen. He brushed a kiss across her forehead. "Morning, hon," he said before continuing on to the table. "I wish it were Saturday instead of Monday. I'd like to go fishing with you two."

"Breakfast?" she asked. "I'm in the mood to cook."

He smiled. "I'll have eggs and toast if you don't mind. I've got a busy day at work."

"I don't mind," she said, her spirits deflating. She'd hoped he would remember her doctor appointment without being reminded. He'd change his plans and go with her if she asked, but he'd been so distracted lately she hated to add to whatever burden he wasn't sharing with her.

He ruffled Davy's hair. "Looking forward to your winter holiday?"

"You bet!"

Bree turned to the stove and whipped him up an omelet—his favorite kind, with spinach, mushrooms, ham, and cheese. The coffee aroma filled the kitchen, and then the pot beeped. Bree poured him a cup and handed it to him. He grunted a thank-you from behind his newspaper.

She would not cry. She turned back to the stove and flipped the omelet over. These days she felt on the verge of tears most of the time. Probably the fertility drugs. Sliding the omelet onto a plate, she placed it in front of Kade.

He looked up. "Thanks, babe." He caught her hand and kissed her palm.

The love in his gaze soothed her. Were they ever going to have their own baby? They'd both been devastated when she miscarried three months ago. Glancing at the calendar again, she started to ask him about going with her today, then shut her mouth. No, it wasn't a big enough deal.

When Kade pulled her close before he left for work, she almost changed her mind. If the news was bad today, she might need his strength. It took all her determination to nuzzle her face in his neck and keep back the words.

Once Kade was out of the house, she grabbed her keys. "I'll run you to Miss Florence's." She snapped her fingers, and her search dog, Samson, got up and came to her. His dark eyes were eager, and he ran to the door.

Driving to the cottage at the edge of the vast tract of forest where Florence Hawkins lived, Bree glanced at her son several times. "You okay, buddy? You're quiet this morning."

"I dreamed about Daddy last night," he said. "He told me to watch for him, that he was coming."

Bree hid her wince, but her fingers tightened on the steering wheel as she navigated the icy curves in the road. "You know that's not possible, Davy."

He scowled. "Don't call me Davy," he said. "I'm not a baby."

He'd always be her baby. "Your daddy is in heaven. He'd come for you if he could, but he can't."

Her boy's mouth turned mutinous. "Maybe he could come see me as a ghost. I wouldn't be afraid. I heard a cry outside the window last night and got up to look. I thought it might be him."

Bree stopped the Jeep in the driveway behind Florence's bright yellow convertible. "Maybe you were dreaming. You know there are no ghosts. Your daddy didn't want to go to heaven when he did, but you have to accept he's gone, son."

She'd thought these discussions were long past. Rob had been gone for almost four years. She and Kade had been married for two, and Kade had been such a good father to Davy. His visits to the psychologist had tapered off to a couple per year, and they'd all thought her boy had made the adjustment. Now she wasn't so sure.

There was no more time to talk now. Florence met them at the door. In her fifties with dyed red hair, she was a kid magnet. She'd been a teacher for years, and she tutored children in town. Davy's grade in math had come up to an A since Bree hired her.

Davy glanced up at his tutor. "Miss Florence, did you find the baby?"

Florence's smile faltered.

Bree frowned. "Baby?" she asked Florence.

The older woman waved her hand. "I think he means the doll I keep for the little girls. I couldn't find it last week." She turned to face the street. "Oh, here comes Timmy," she said.

Davy turned on the stoop. "Yay!" he yelled as Naomi O'Reilly, Bree's best friend, pulled up in her minivan. The van stopped and Timmy climbed out. The boy lugged his backpack and joined Davy on the stoop.

Naomi stuck her head out of the window, and her long braid slipped along her shoulder. "Hey, can Dave come for a playdate this afternoon?"

Davy's smile beamed. Even Naomi remembered he hated to be called Davy. "Sure, after we go fishing, right Dave?" Bree said. She glanced at her son as he ran back to Florence.


Florence touched the knitted cap on Davy's head. "You ready for your lessons, boys?"

"You bet!" the two boys said in chorus. They scampered into the house and toward the kitchen.

"Work hard and we'll go fishing this afternoon!" Bree called after him. Samson pressed against her leg, and she plunged her cold fingers into his warm fur.

"They're doing so well," Florence said. "You can be very proud of your boy." She closed the door.

Bree jogged to the idling van to talk to Naomi. She smiled at Naomi's toddler in the backseat. Matthew's gummy smile made her own widen.

"Is something wrong?" Naomi asked.

"Just a weird day. I've been thinking about Rob, and Davy was talking about him this morning. It made me sad for a minute."

Matthew wailed. Naomi flipped her braid behind her and pulled her head back into the car. She turned to the backseat and gave him a toy before facing Bree again. "You've got nothing to regret, Bree. You were a good wife to Rob, but he's gone. You've got Kade now, and a better man has never walked the face of the earth. Other than my Donovan, of course," she said, smiling.

"Of course." Bree returned her friend's smile, feeling the weight fall from her shoulders. "We landed our Westleys."

"'Wuv, twue wuv,'" Naomi said, mimicking the Impressive Clergyman in The Princess Bride, their favorite movie.

They both burst into giggles. "I'll be praying for you!" Naomi shouted before running up her window and pulling away in the van.

A smile still pulled at Bree's lips when the car disappeared around the curve. The stiff wind blew snow into the tracks left by Naomi's vehicle. Life seemed to be doing the same to Bree, the winds of change obscuring the path she'd seen so clearly a few years ago.

As she left Rock Harbor, she saw people parked along the frozen shoreline. They stared and pointed out across the frozen water. What had captured everyone's attention? Then she saw it.

An ice volcano. Sometimes high surf slamming against the face of the ice shelf created a cone formation resembling a volcano. The ice built up, and the surge of waves erupted through the cone like lava through a volcano tube. It was always a sight to see, so she drove slowly and did her own amount of staring until she left Rock Harbor's city limits behind.

Driving to Houghton, where her doctor's office was located, she felt the knot in her belly tighten with every mile. She'd handled worse than this by herself. Turning on her CD player, she cranked up her favorite Elvis album, Elvis in Concert, and fast-forwarded to "Can't Help Falling in Love." In her mind that was Kade's song, and the lyrics strengthened her.

The music blared loud enough to drown out the fears. She left Samson in the Jeep when she parked. All eyes turned to look when she walked into the ob-gyn office. Most of the women were pregnant, and Bree saw their eyes drop to her belly. She swallowed her hurt and smiled as she checked in at the window, then sank into a black leather chair nearby. If nothing else, it was good to be out of the cold. She slipped off her coat and laid it across her knees.

She'd barely had time to warm up when the nurse called her name. Her pulse ratcheted up a notch as she followed the nurse down a long hallway lined with pictures of smiling mothers holding newborns. She kept her gaze firmly latched on to the nurse's back. It hurt too much to see those photos. The nurse led her to an examination room, then took her blood pressure and pulse before leaving Bree behind the closed door to await the doctor.

Bree had waited here too many times, just like this with her heart in her mouth. Maybe she would give it up. This path was so difficult.

The door opened, and Dr. Zook walked in. About fifty, the female doctor had been Bree's ob-gyn ever since Bree moved to the area. The stylish pumps, khaki slacks, and red-and-khaki striped blouse she wore fit her slim frame impeccably. Her pageboy blonde hair swung in a perfect curtain to her chin. Bree always felt dowdy in her doctor's presence.

"Good morning, Bree," the doctor said. She carried a manila file. Perching on a stool, she flipped it open and studied the top sheet of paper. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine. No problems. I started my period last week." She couldn't keep the disappointment from her voice. "I've been on Clomid two months. This will be the last month you said I should take it."

Dr. Zook closed the file, crossed one crisp pant leg over the other, then laced her fingers together on her knees and smiled at Bree. "I have the test results back. There's no obvious reason why you aren't conceiving."

That sounded like good news. "What do you suggest?"

"We could try another few months of Clomid, but you might want to jump directly to in vitro."

Bree suspected in vitro was way too expensive for them. "I got pregnant before."

"And miscarried at seven weeks," Dr. Zook said. "The problem may be genetic. With in vitro, we could maximize your chances and have fifteen or so fertilized eggs to test for problems."

Bree shook her head. "I'd want to implant every fertilized egg. It's for God to decide the outcome." Dr. Zook's face remained impassive, but Bree knew the doctor didn't agree with her stand. "How much does it cost?"

"About five thousand dollars a month. I'd guess we might have success the first month."

Bree winced. "I'll need to talk to my husband." How on earth could they afford something like that? Tears hovered dangerously close when the doctor left Bree alone. Maybe she and Kade would never have a child together.

He claimed to love Davy like he was Kade's own flesh and blood, and Bree knew it was true. But she saw his stares at small children and the way he fielded questions from kids who came through park headquarters. If ever a man was cut out to be a father, it was Kade Matthews.

She gathered up her purse and slipped on her coat in a daze. Clutching her purse, she walked back down the hall and through the waiting room. A newborn baby mewled in her mother's arms as Bree neared the exit. She had to look, and her heart melted at the sight of a rosebud mouth and smooth, perfect skin. The Native American baby had the biggest thatch of black hair that Bree had ever seen.

"She's precious," she said.

The mother smiled and thanked Bree, who quickly escaped into the harsh wind that scoured the tears from her face.

Kade glanced out his office window into the back lot. There were no baby animals in the rescue area that he was so proud of, but come spring, the pens would be full.

Judith Kettrick stuck her head in the door. "You hear the report?" The ranger-brown of her uniform accentuated her sallow complexion.

Kade turned from the window. "What report?" He hoped she hadn't gotten her pink slip. The place was becoming a ghost town since the budget cuts.

"A woman on the reservation reported her baby was taken by a windigo."

Kade raised an eyebrow. "Windigo? Why would she say that?" Windigos were the Ojibwa Indians' version of a vampire. The evil spirit was said to have an insatiable hunger.

"She heard a scream. I'm wondering if she heard a cougar. Thought you might be interested in checking it out."

"A cougar, huh? Interesting. Did they find the baby?" He suppressed a shudder at the thought that a big cat might have taken an infant.


"Where did it happen?"

"In the community building. She was there with a bunch of other women, and they heard a scream outside. There were several babies in carriers along the inside wall. The women went to the door to look. When they came back in, she went to check on the baby, but he was gone."


Excerpted from CRY IN THE NIGHT by Colleen Coble Copyright © 2009 by Colleen Coble. Excerpted by permission of Thomas Nelson. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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USA Today best-selling authorColleen Coble has writtenseveral romantic suspense novels including Tidewater Inn, Rosemary Cottage,and theMercy Falls, Lonestar, and Rock Harbor series. Visit her website at www.colleencoble.com Twitter: @colleencoble Facebook: colleencoblebooks

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Cry in the Night (Rock Harbor Series #5) 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 29 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Colleen Coble is a fanstastic writer. If you are interested in this book, be sure to read Without a Trace first. The characters, and some of the writing makes much more sense. I loved both of these books, and would recommend them to anyone who likes suspense!! I couldn't put it down!
Deborah_K More than 1 year ago
"Alas poor Bree" is what you will utter while you read this book! We're taken back to the familiar setting of Rock Harbor where we get to meet up with old friends again. I always like it when authors go back to their older series and give the reader another book to catch up again with everyone. This series is a favorite of mine as I love reading about the adventures of Bree and her wonderdog Samson. It was great to visit the area again and I enjoyed seeing all the characters interact and come to life. This book had the best mystery story of the series and the most personal. I honestly do not know what I would have done in Bree's situation. I would have been as shocked as she was. I'm glad though she has Kade, as he is the perfect and the right man for her and David. It was also good to see what Laurie was up to and see her true feelings about the child she gave up for adoption. This book incorporated several issues such as baby buying, ethics issues, and spiritual legends. It's all wrapped up in a suspense story that tells us that we need to trust in God no matter what happens. The book does stand alone so if you haven't read any of the Rock Harbor series before, you won't be totally lost. However to get the full impact of the story, the other 3 books should be read. Hopefully this isn't the last we'll see of Bree, Kade and Samson. I feel like there's more of their stories just waiting to be told!
CaraPutman More than 1 year ago
With her latest book, Colleen Coble takes her readers back to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan and into Bree Nichols Matthew's life. If you've read the earlier books, then you will be thrilled to walk the streets of Rock Harbor, wave at the friendly faces you remember, and hunker down for another page-turning suspense. If this is your first venture to the area, you'll soon find yourself engrossed in the tale of all that is happening to Bree, her search and rescue dog Samson, and her son Davy. You may decide after the read -- since you won't need it during the book -- that you'd like to find out more about Bree and go back for the earlier adventures.

In Cry in the Night, Bree is confronted with her worst nightmare. She's found an abandoned infant in the frozen wilderness and has welcomed the baby girl into her home -- and heart -- even as Kade cautions her to be careful. Then as she hunts for the baby's mother, the clues keep pointing to her first husband's mysterious plane crash. The more she picks away at the puzzle, the more she wonders if the very fibers of her life -- and love -- will be swept away. Even though Bree is happily married, the romance will satisfy those of you who refuse to read a story that does have a strong romantic thread. And the suspense will keep the pages turning late into the night.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was wonderful! I gave it four stars because it took awhile for some action. But the plot idea was great and had interesting twists. The ending was great! I totally reccomend this. But make sure you read the bools before it. Don't forget Abominatiob in this series!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
If you love real characters and real mystery, you will love reading Coleen Coble. Her Rock Harbor Series (as well as her other books) is wonderful. She revisits the characters from previous books in the series and you feel as though you are reconnecting with old friends. The characters and the situations are believable and will keep you turning the pages! A very good read! If you haven't read Coleen Coble before, it's okay because each of her books can stand on it's own ~ but you will get more out of the books if you read the series.
cpesings More than 1 year ago
love this author and this series. I did think the story was somewhat a stretch, but I truly love these characters so it was a nice return.
CassandraWeese More than 1 year ago
This book is a really interesting book. I was touch by all the actions in the story. Bree cared for her family and for others. The mystery in the story was confusing at first but got better. I loved Bree's personality. Overall, this book was really good. I recommend this book to anyone who is looking for a touching but mysterious book.
PG29 More than 1 year ago
This is the best thriller I have read in a long time. There is never a dual moment in this series. Bree, Kade, Davy, Lori, Samson, and Nomi. I loved all of these characters I espy like Samson. He is smart and not to mention his cleverness. I have to say I wish I had a dog like him. I have enjoyed the Series and hope that Colleen will write another book about them. I have talked about the Rock Harbor Series to all of my friends so they all went out and bought the series and they too are hooked on Colleen Coble. I will keep this series in my library for keeps. COLLEEN IS AWESOME!!!!!! Be sure to read Abomination.
TammyDMA More than 1 year ago
I've read all the Rock Harbor series - even 'Alaska Twilight' which isn't Rock Harbor but has Bree in it. So reading 'Cry in the Night' was like checking up on old friends. And Colleen didn't disappoint! If I had to criticize anything, it would be Rob and his change of heart. But only because Colleen did such a great job in earlier books showing that Bree thought of him as the most wonderful man in all the world. I think this works - as a reader, I was as shocked as everyone else. It took a little while to accept that this was Bree's Rob. The greatest strength in this book, and all of Colleen Coble's books, is the characters behave true to life. Someone disgruntled with their situation doesn't get one nice thing done to/for them and suddenly become happy-go-lucky. There are give and takes between the characters that are real. And that's what makes the reader love the book and the characters and want to come back to 'visit' again and again. I'm looking forward to the next visit to Rock Harbor!
Smilingsally More than 1 year ago
This page-turner is a suspense-filled story right from the beginning with an abandoned baby in peril of freezing to death in the harsh Michigan winter. It's a book that I did not want to put down, and therefore, I read it over the space of a 24-hour period. The characters were familiar to me as I had read an earlier Rock Harbor mystery, but even if this is your first Colleen Coble novel, the characters will seem like family before too many pages. The people of the small Michigan town are easy to know.

What a complex turn of events Bree has to face! After grieving for her first husband, who died in a plane crash, Bree is happily married for the second time, when husband number one reappears. Is he a ghost or a windigo as some claim? What connection is there to the missing babies? Was a woman murdered, or was it an unfortunate accident?

Interwoven is the continuing story of Samson, a search and rescue dog. If you enjoy suspense, this one's for you.
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Great book
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Read it. Dont look any farther. Just read it.
VicG More than 1 year ago
Colleen Coble in her new book "Cry In The Night" Book Four in the Rock Harbor series published by Thomas Nelson gives us another adventure with Bree Matthews and Samson, her search-and-rescue dog. From the back cover: Bree and Samson discover a crying infant in the snowy Rock Harbor forest. But where are the baby's parents? And how did she get there? A mysterious sound leads search-and-rescue worker Bree Matthews and her dog Samson to an abandoned baby in the woods outside Rock Harbor, Michigan. Bree takes the baby girl in and begins to search for the mother--presumably the woman reported missing just days earlier. While teams scour the wintery forests, Bree ferrets out clues about the woman. Where is she and why did she leave the child behind? And how does that connect to Bree's first husband's mysterious death years ago in the Upper Peninsula? Everything Bree thought she knew about her life changes with the sound of a cry in the night. A roller-coaster ride thriller that has danger, suspense, mystery "Cry In The Night" has it all. Colleen Coble knows exactly how to bring all of that to the story and more. Bree Matthews and Samson, her specially trained dog, are a K-9 search and rescue team in the rugged wilderness of Michigan's Upper Peninsula. The minute I hear search-and-rescue I immediately feel the immediacy of the moment. Someone is missing, there is trouble involved and there is no time to waste. There is an abandoned baby, a missing woman who might be the baby's mother, a baby-smuggling operation and, Rob, Bree's first husband might not be dead after all. There are surprising twists and turns throughout the book. This is a fast-paced read that will keep you flipping pages to keep up with the story. Ms. Coble has done an outstanding job. I am so looking forward to more stories with Bree Matthews at Rock Harbor. Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from Thomas Nelson Publishers . I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255: "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising."
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