The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. I’ve accustomed myself to think of you— as if you were like every other girl who works at the schools—as something quite outside these possibilities. “Miss Pellissier, isn’t it?” he said.
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