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“If Marcus hadn’t pushed me toward a warm meal,” my father said, “I would still be a bench.”
Julian put his fork down.
“Then we find him.”
The terminal is a city with worse lighting.
Lucas walked the tile as if it were a neighborhood he had earned.
He saw a man with a mop and called his name.