\" 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. She flared her upper lip, baring her canines which had extended by half an inch. At least I can’t talk to them. His hand traveled below her loose neckline, and he cupped her round breast in his hand.
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