He had the bills rolled so tightly that they were an insistence. She had been briefed on the next steps, which involved taking them in hand, going down the hall past the room with the old woman sleeping, past the room with the dog with its nails painted red, past the room with the citric fragrance, past the room where no one ever went, and reaching the door at the end of the hall, where she would sprint out into the light, calling Randy’s name.
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