The door opened, and a slightly overweight pretty blonde, an older, wiser version of Michelle, came into view. “Won’t you sit down,” she said, “and tell me what you want to say?” Her voice was flat and faint. Michelle stopped by the Beck’s after school that day. The area in front of the jail was completely filled. Certainly I never met him.
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