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The drive up the Della Spit into town didn't take Nick long, not even in his old beater Toyota pickup that could barely top 50 mph, only long enough, he thought, to contemplate explaining to his old girlfriend Martha how and why it happened that Simeon, Martha's ward and nephew, had been popped on a petty theft charge at oh-sucking-dark hundred on a wet Alaska fall morning. 
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