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“Hey, Hilly…you know I believe…” Nadanda stuck her long neck further out the window. “I believe I know the boy who's hurt.”
Mrs. Hill retraced her steps to the window. “The red haired boy? The one limping? At school?”
“Yes. His names's Wolls. Wally Wolls. Always fighting.”
“Mercy. Well, let me call the police.”
“They're getting away. Better hurry,” Nadanda said.