The time was 8:42 p.m. The temperature outside was cool, and the sky was a soft pink with small hints of blues and yellows and oranges cascading through every ounce of space between. Cars no longer occupied the worn down roads in the area, and the children had gone inside their homes for the night. The neighborhood was quiet; peaceful, you could even say. In a brick house located at the end of the street, there was a rusty clank as the sill of a window was opened to let a flume of cigarette smoke out.
"You've cheated. I swear to God, you've cheated at some point, and, and, and, I just- didn't...
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