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g, he decides what's best and I don't argue with him. Up until now, I haven't regretted my decision. I'm not even sure this has gotten through my skull yet. I d

b done in a month at most, but I asked him to send my mother some money by the end of the month if I'm not done by then. My sal

on. I don't know why, the last time she saw him he was a teen. He's a different person now, but he still acts sweet around her. When the time comes

ht. He keeps emphasizing this, but I get it. It's not like I have anyone to call. All my high school friends, or the people I called friends, left for college and neve

on a secret mission, because that's what it is even though Devon refuses to say the words. He says he's not a cop, but he must be something clo

having so much power? Why couldn't Aaron have been as successful? He got himself involved with petty criminals

stomach. We're getting closer. I'm getting nervous and I'm starting to question everything, but I think of Aaron and tell myself to to

because he doesn't want to scare me. I'm not stupid; he didn't give me this job to do me a favor. He's desperate to get this done, but he hides it well. There's something he isn't telling me, too. He doesn't want to scare me, b

s me. I didn't expect it to be like this, it's so different from our town. We know everyone there, and everyone's history. Here, I'm n

rette. It's too dark to see his face. I grab the one suitcase I brought with me a

rt starts beating

and takes my suitcase fr

d he places by suitcase in his trunk. He has bright red hair and green eyes, whereas my hair is

, "Fuck. Couldn't Devon get

continues, "If anyone asks, we're distant cousins.

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gnition. The car screeches

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