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"You sure, man?" Paxton asked as we both emerged from his small apartment.
Lost in thought and unable to find my car, I pondered deeply over where I could've left it. "Yes," I simply muttered.
"Either way, I have to drive you to your car," he responded to my unspoken concern, moving toward his vehicle, a not-so-aged Ford truck.
Son of a b***h! I left my baby at a fraternity house.
Terrified, I rubbed my hands over my face, gaping at the empty street.
Paxton halted by his vehicle, one hand on the open door, the other over the roof of the car. "Do not panic, Jake has it parked in a safe place," he reassured me.
"He better," I grumbled, rushing to the passenger side.
During the ride, I didn't initiate a conversation, and I was grateful when Paxton respected the silence too.
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