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"What could be taking him so long?" Desiree began to fidget.
Rhodes tried using the bifocals to peer inside the convenience store.
"Hey, I see him."
"What's he doing?"
"He's scratching off a large stack of tickets, sis."
Desiree eyes narrowed.
Rhodes needed to calm his sister down.
He wasn't sure how.
He began to French braid her hair.
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