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become something else.

That evening, I sat on the back patio alone.

The lanterns moved gently in the summer air. The grass was thick and green where it had once been stained and reseeded. The garage stood painted and ordinary. Phoenix leaned against it, silver frame catching the last light.

I thought about the judge’s sentence.

Eight years.

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