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Little Timothy McPherson ran across a rainy road towards the local park located between West and Mystic Avenue; maybe 5 or 6 minutes away from his parents' place of residence. It was difficult enough to keep his hands out of his Velcro wallet at 11 years young, but he strived to save what he could from his biweekly allowance to buy a small bag of his favorite sweets - the ones that left his tongue sugary blue after consuming more than he should; that's if his Momma didn't find out before hand, of course. His tiny shoes reached the tiny black iron gate of the park, still running full speed towards home so he wouldn't miss his favorite TV carto