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the edge of the property. The twelve dollars went into my apron pocket, the paper bills rustling against my keys.

By five o’clock, the sky had turned a dark, heavy gray. A cool breeze blew through the open windows of the office, bringing the sharp scent of oncoming rain.

Frank was sitting on the wooden stool near the desk, his hands continue reading …