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PUMPKIN STOOD BEHIND THE VOTER registration booth, but instead of working, she watched DaeHo and Tyler. DaeHo stood on the sidewalk, diligently flagging passersby down, steering them towards the voter registration table. Tyler stood beside Dae watching women walk by, watching cars go by, and watching Dae's backside.
"You know there are daggers shooting out of your eyes right now?"
The market was crowded this warm, sunny afternoon. A light breeze carried both air and sun rays over bare limbs. The shouts of men, squeals of women, and cries of children all blended together like the walla of a sports arena until none were discernible. Yet, that voice found Pumpkin in the cacophony. It coursed through her like an electric charge.
"What did he do?" Manny stood behind her and looked over he
