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Loyalty Program
The boy squeezes his eyes closed. He opens them again, blinking, as if to wake himself up. Same popcorn ceiling, same wood-paneled walls. Same musty odor laced with perfume. The room is too cold and too hot. "Brothers and sisters, before I go ahead," the judge drawls, shuffling