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03:44 It takes Ken another twenty-eight minutes to get back to the car. I sit inside it, engine running, staring at the clock until he finally opens the passenger door. I’m backing out of the parking space before he even has his seat belt on. “What took you so long?” “Sorry. Got caught by security, but I managed to get away. Told them it was all a misunderstanding, and they finally let me go.” He looks over at me. “You got something?” “Yeah.” I toss the wallet into his lap, and he opens it up, checking out the contents. “Hot damn.” He takes out the driver’s license and holds it up. “What happened?” “I tripped the fire alarm and grabbed his backpack. There were these asthma inhaler things inside that I thought might be the cure. He confronted me, and I punched him, then took his walle
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