The Nightingale ch 25White Collar: The NightingaleChapter Twenty-five Neal sat in the corner of his eight by twelve home with his back against the wall. The small bed built into the wall that he was sitting on was only marginally more comfortable than the floor. With his knees pulled up to his chest he worked on a small paper origami crane. Pouring all of his concentration into each fold he created a perfect bird. He inspected his work with little actual interest in it. Tossing the tiny origami onto the floor he picked up another sheet of paper off the bed and started another one. The floor was littered with the discarded paper birds. Finishing anothe
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