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        Heglancedatthenewspaperinherhandandsaidcalmly:"Ah,soyou''vefoundout—yourloverisdead."

        Reyafoldedthepaperwithoutexpression,onlyexhalingaquietsigh.

        Themanager''seyesnarrowedbehindhisgoggles.

        "Itwasn''tactuallyyou,wasit?"

        Reyashrugged."Didn''tthepapersayhefell?"

        "Ifitwerereallyjustafall,thepolicewouldn''tbeswarmingthepark."

        Themanagerstudiedherasshelazilysettledbackontothemattress,hisuneasegrowing.Thisgirl''sreactionwasallwrong—noterroratbeingimprisoned,nogriefoverher"lover''s"death.Justachillingcalm.

        Wasshesomekindofsociopath?

        Hedidn''tpressfurther,onlybenttosnatchupthenewspaperandgreasybag,hisvoicesour."Thepark''sshutdownnow.Godknowswhenit''llreopen.Whodoyouthinksupposetocovertheselosses?"

        Reyachuckledlightly."Ifyoucan''tgetcompensation,thenyou''rejustunlucky."

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