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Twenty One
Zion’s POV As we started to get out of the car, Dean shook his head at me, and I realized he was trying to say something. He closed the car door back and turned to me. “I don’t think talking to that boy would be such a good idea.” He said, shaking his head still. “What the hell was I supposed to do then?” I asked him, looking at him as if he was stupid. Maybe he was if he couldn’t tell me what else to do. My mind was a jumble of thoughts as Dean's words echoed in my head. “I really just think that confusing the little boy isn't such a good enough idea, that’s all.” he said. I see, and I know that, but what other choice did I have? I glanced at Dean, who looked equally perplexed, his brow furrowed in deep thought. "What choice am I left with?" I sighed as I asked him out loud, my fr
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