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His mother stirred. "Huh?"
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His father said, "Come back with all of it. Don't go spending it on junk."
"I might stop and get some beignets."
"Fine. But that's it. And back by noon."
"Can I take the camera?"
His dad sighed. "OK."
He trotted through the door and it slid shut and there was silence, blessed silence.
He was free.
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