The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. “This is my way back to my side of the Park,” she said. “She must have character. “Don’t you understand, Nigel,” she said softly, “that it was precisely for this I have worked so hard. There are two ways to go in, you understand. But no more of that.
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