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... looked quiet in that late afternoon way, cars still moving, shops still open, but everything starting to slow.
To most, Stockton had its charm. The trees. The weather. The hum of neighborhoods still holding on. It could be beautiful.
But Damon hadn't grown up in those parts.
He didn't know the parks or the good diners or any of the safe corners.
His childhood had been spent in the alleyways, the broken sidewalks behind motels, and whatever concrete could shield hi ...
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