Every little town was different, but in the end, every little town was the same. It was like hearing the same song in a slightly different key, or played on a new instrument. The variations were fascinating, but the chorus didn't change
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"Hey. How's it going?" Be cool, Kenzi.
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He was gesturing her over towards the jewelry cabinet behind the counter. Surely she remembered the one ...
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Or rather, not getting on Bo's and Roland's bad sides, for swiping something from a friend, might be worth a tiny bit more.
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