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As he unlocked his gated front door and packed his bicycle inside, he then sits down on his front stoop to smoke a cigarette. He looks around as the winds make it hard to light his cigarette and notices as he looks from side to side that most of the homes look vacated, boarded shut, most were empty. In one of these, not giving any sign of being there, Raymond was inside with his mother. He was an eleven year old boy with ordinary dark hair and big dark eyes and a soft pleasing smile he always...