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On the doorstep of a townhome in New York City, a basket is placed.
The doorbell rings.
There are footsteps, and then there are not.
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Unbasketgirl does not bother putting the blanket over herself. She just flops on the couch and closes her eyes.
"G'night," says Elizabeth. She goes back upstairs.
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