\" 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 knows. Hadn’t they settled that already? “I want you as a friend,” he persisted, almost as if he disputed something. "Won't you take these?" For a space he merely stared at her, perhaps wondering if she were real. ” “And what do you think I ought to do?” “Exactly!” He lifted a paper-weight and dabbed it gently down again. He pulled on his pants, his yellow shirt with the ridiculous horse logo, his brown socks, and shoes. " And he looked at the moment as if he had lost all desire to know it. She was given a glimpse of his soul.
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