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But that was the problem. Buffalo, New York, had buffaloed her. The city was a grimy, snow-choked funnel of dead-end streets and cheaper-by-the-dozen lawyers. Peg had tried to leave twice—once for New York City, where she was too loud; once for Chicago, where she was too honest about being dishonest. Both times, the city had pulled her back like a rubber band. Here, she was a big fish in a puddle. A grifter with a GED and a gift for small-claims chaos.

Sixty days later, Peg walked out into a March snow squall. She had no job, no license, and a restraining order from three used car lots. buffaloed 2019

“You’re insane,” said Officer Griswold, watching her count cash on a park bench. But that was the problem

She had never been happier.

“Your Honor,” Peg began, “the motorcycle in question was purchased with funds stolen from my mother’s nursing home fund. I have bank statements, a sworn affidavit from a psychic who saw the whole thing, and a photograph of the defendant wearing a T-shirt that says ‘I ❤️ Fraud.’ The shirt is arguably the strongest evidence.” Peg had tried to leave twice—once for New