\" She handed the ticket seller, a boy that looked to be all of eighteen years old, murder money that she had stolen from Dawn Plote's dead son, five dollars. They walked past his old jungle gym set to a hilly park that dwelled sleepily beyond his house. I do not love you. “You must leave me your address if you please,” he said, as she rose to go.
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