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He crossed the street without deciding to. Curiosity, that small and dangerous engine, pushed him toward the porch. The air smelled of cut grass and something sweeter he couldn't name—lavender and something like fried sugar. The front door was ajar, as if waiting. He stepped inside. It smelled of lemon oil and old paper.

"You shouldn't be here," she said, and there was no reprimand in it, only a fact. fsdss826 i couldnt resist the shady neighborho best

Outside, the block was a painter’s smear of sodium lamps and shadow. Doors were closed like clenched jaws. The house at the corner, the one with the sun-faded curtains and a fern that never seemed to die, had lights on despite the hour. That was enough to pull him from bed. He crossed the street without deciding to