I argued with myself about driving by Baby Cakes tonight, technically this morning, but the sun wasn’t up yet, so as far as I was concerned, it was night. Sheriff Johnson told me I couldn’t go inside because it was a crime scene. Plus, she said I should wait until later, when the sun came up, especially since there wasn’t anything I could do. Besides, everything looks better when the sun is shining. However, I couldn’t resist. I had to see what was left of my inheritance.
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