\" 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. For some seconds of voluminous thinking they looked at the ring between them, and neither spoke. At the bottom of the trunk was a large manila envelope, unmarked.
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