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"She sat on the floor of her hostel room that night and tried to understand how she had gotten here. She had come from Isiolo with nothing but good intentions. She had trusted someone who had looked her in the eye and said the right things. And now — her name was attached to forty-seven million shi…

"She sat on the floor of her hostel room that night and tried to understand how she had gotten here. She had come from Isiolo with nothing but good intentions. She had trusted someone who had looked her in the eye and said the right things. And now — her name was attached to forty-seven million shillings that belonged to people she had never met. She was completely innocent. And absolutely trapped."