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January 19, 2017
Ronnie walked down the street past the grocery on Dugan and Main. As he passed the drug store he heard the clank and soft thump of a bicycle coming up from behind him. The bicycle slowed as it began to pass him. He already knew who it was. He could tell from the sound of the bicycle that it was Greg Lee. He and Greg often played chess in Greg’s room up off Route 36. Ronnie was not old or experienced enough to tell whether Greg lived in a nice house or not. To him all houses were utilitarian things.