153 The halls emptied with special urgency as teens rushed forth into heated cars and buses to make the mad dash home before the coming storm. Her target was a fifty-four year old man who lived with his mother, an obese neighborhood woman, a widow named Dawn Plote. “I had no idea that it was so abominably late. ’ ‘Don’t you believe it. She was not altogether surprised when she found a deer, gutted of its entrails and strung with a garland of flowers, on the cave’s doorstep one humid summer morning. “Who on earth did you study violin with?” Michelle jumped in. And all the old—the old trick of shrinking up like a snail at a touch. It makes wonderful sentences that you can repeat in the City and are good enough for Punch.
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