Ricky coasted his bike into the cul-de-sac of Turn-key Circle. It was named that because each house came ready-made. The houses were the same size, with the same backyards, and the same blindingly white siding. As nice and neat as it looked, Ricky was always disgusted by its robotic nature. As Ricky made his way down the circle, he saw a tan, short girl taking boxes out of her trunk. |