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The boy sat perched on the small hill, watching the elderly man push a shopping cart into a mobile home park. Like an ant perusing an empty picnic table, the man wove through the trailers, pausing at some, ignoring others. Something in a carport caught his attention. He abandoned his cart in the middle of the road, and rushed to retrieve the item. Knowing exactly what the man had taken, the boy ran down the hill to warn the others.

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