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anyone take it.
Detective Coleman approached him carefully.
“Quincy, I hear you saw what happened.”
Quincy looked at me first.
I nodded.
He opened the blue notebook.
“I saw today,” he said. “But I also saw before.”
Nadine, standing between two officers near the curtain, laughed once. “This is absurd. He was four.”
Quincy turned a page.
“May eighteenth,” he continue reading …
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