My Dearest Lily,

I don’t know what day it is, but it’s still October. My memory is fading more and more each day. It took me ten minutes to remember Rasheeda’s name this morning. I nearly cried.

Timothy Grecko escaped this morning too so the excitement may have jumbled my brain. He went straight to Madison St. to get a cup of joe and, of course, that dummy ran right into a couple of coppers. Not long after, two handsome police officers walked in with Timmy. They were being real kind to him, and one reminded me of Toby.

Police are like the little girl with the curl. When they are good, they are really, really good. When they are bad, they are really, really bad. Toby fit into the former and Marcus the latter, and the proof had never been...

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