Four p.m. The sun was the kinda hot that would melt the popsicle and immolate the stick.
Oscar and Max had walked five miles to get to the Shores for trash day. Rich people discarded tons of valuable stuff.
Oscar ambled over and rested on a toddler’s swing in the park.
Max was exhausted but thought hanging on kids’ swings was the type of thing to make cops…
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