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baseball cap pulled so low I could only see his chin.

He had a small black digital camera in his hand, and he was leaning over a flat of Brandywine starts.

The click of the shutter was the only sound in the warm room.

“You are on private property, Todd,” I said.

He gasped, nearly dropping the camera. He fumbled with the strap, his fingers continue reading …