Yesterday at the Birch Street Nursing Home, after Mr. Smith picked up the girls and handed me the money for their rooms, there was a loud ruckus outside. I couldn't tell where it was coming from, because it was already dark, but there was some banging and then a scream. The noises frightened the patients, and they didn't want me to leave. So I waited until they'd all fallen asleep before walking home.
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