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It was wrong to sneak out of the house after midnight. It was wrong to take some- thing that wasn’t yours. And, even though he wasn’t that kind of kid, that night, he was doing both. Usually, on a night like that night, the crickets’ end-of-summer song and the moths bumping against the window screen would put him to sleep.