\" 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 had taken it back. “I cannot reason with you,” he said at last wearily. These daughters! He gnawed his pen and reflected, tore the sheet up, and began again. Certainly you have a reason. I overheard what Mr.
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