\" 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. Lucy looked at the stains on the threadbare carpeting to distract herself, embarrassed to her core. Detention was merry for the other detainees. ” “Perhaps,” she said, “I am superstitious. Kneebone.
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