“Slauson,” Sherry said. “Doesn’t that sound…maybe Watts, like that, to you?”“What?” Danny said making the word shorter than it already was.“It’s kind of a ghetto name, right?”Danny might have looked up and away irritated if he wasn’t driving her car. Slauson was the name of the street they were on, wide and industrial, gigantic warehouses
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