\" 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 kissed her lightly on the lips. " "But I've got to go!" insisted Rollo, in perfectly understandable dog-talk.
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