” His shoulders relaxed. The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. CHAPTER III. In one grave, mind. We'll get together this afternoon; and you can pretend that I am your father.
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