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RYDER
I lowered my black shades over my eyes the moment I stepped out of my building’s front door. Showered, fresh, and in need of both answers and food, I stepped to the curb to cross the street.
“Hey Ryder,” I heard as I crossed. The voice was from one of our town’s newspaper vendors who waved as well.
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