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Chapter Twelve - Cleaning up
Amelia’s POV “Are you two done here?” Jackson says, after clearing his throat loudly, and we both look up at him. “That was painful to watch, and I’m starting to feel like a f*****g voyeur!” “How long have you just been standing there?” Leo asks angrily out of embarrassment that someone saw him in such a wretched state. He runs his hands over his face in a futile attempt at hiding all the tears he shed. “Feels like hours, man. I only brought her here.” Jackson says, indicating that he meant me. Then turns and starts walking back towards the Green Mountain pack house. “We’re burning daylight, people! Don’t be long.” Leo has calmed down, finally. I can tell he’s not happy with how things stand right now, but at least he seems mostly resigned to the situation. He may have earned
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