\" She handed the ticket seller, a boy that looked to be all of eighteen years old, murder money that she had stolen from Dawn Plote's dead son, five dollars. They stood back together and stared at it. Her eyes still had the fevered glow of sickness, yet she seemed in perfect health. She leaned back as he climbed on top of her and kissed her mouth again. Yes. 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. She was trembling a little.
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