The guy in the blue coveralls behind Pickler’s Chicken looked sad, like a balloon that had been discarded and was losing air.
Teryn Bradley felt like she was about to lose the yogurt she had for lunch.
The guy hesitated behind Pickler’s then walked south. His coveralls said Halstead Precision Boring. She thought it was an odd group of words.
Her mom wanted…
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