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were on in some houses. Others were dark, boarded up, gone.
Mrs. Meredith’s house across the street had a single lamp in the living room window, and I could see the shape of her standing behind the curtain.
I did not have shoes on. My phone was in my back pocket. I did not have a single number to call.
My mother was inside. Roy was inside.
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