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Chapter 11
At least Roman is on his way. I need to start walking in that direction if I want to protect Reagan's truck. She loves her truck and would be crushed if anything happened to it. It may be a piece of crap, but she loves it. I look at my phone and I know what I have to do. Roman lives 20 minutes from this address. How much can happen in that time frame? Me: Don't touch the truck. I'm on my way My breath quickens as my body is filled with anxiety. I just have a bad feeling. This is the part where everyone screams at the character who is about to get killed. They yell at the Tv and tell her not to do it. My own mind tells me not to do. I stand up and start to walk towards the vehicles. My legs shake. There is no way this can end well. As I walk I look and scan my surroundings for a perso
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