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. Her voice was weak and flat. The prospect of the gallows would never deter me from taking to the road, if I were so inclined. " "May be," returned the man gravely.
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