\" 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. He must have been following her from room to room, silent in his stockinged feet. “You are very good,” she said. We middle-aged fools and we old fools can no longer dream. She could still smell the now familiar scent of him on the girl's body in the makeshift grave.
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