Wait Till I Hit 18,' He Told His Cousins. He Never Did.
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For Sincere Cole, winter in Chicago meant business.Shoveling snow.Salting walks.So on a Saturday night in February he stood in his Aunt Brandy's doorway, rocking on his heels, telling her he was heading out.Sincere lived with his aunt in a second-floor apartment on the city's South Side, in a neighborhood of small single-family homes and brick two-flats.
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