Dwight Ingalls
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A young man with a wide grin on his face walked up to the hood of his car and ruffled the girl’s hair. Then he leaned his elbows on his car and looked at the girl with a satisfied expression. “Your father isn’t home, right?” - Dwight asked and laughed quietly while Colleen snorted displeasedly nearby them. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Brian watching them from the other end of the hot dog lot.