The street was deserted, no pedestrian school-goers walked immediately in front or behind them. Lucy sprinted to one side to avoid the crash and grabbed at Rhea’s solitary patch of yellow hair, which ripped out loosely in one decayed piece like strands of rotten corn silk. The pistol fell to the floor. \"I’ve never been to any of Lincoln’s dances. I wanted the time with you.
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