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Leaving New York
Lana's POV I got inside the back of the car, my heart still beating at a rapid pace. I close my eyes, my hands against my chest, while my other hand holds onto my bag that is on my lap. I take in a deep breath and slowly exhale through my mouth. One of my mom's security officers was driving the vehicle. After the scene that my mom had in Seattle, the media was relentless with her. The security did a good job at being at a distance where we hardly noticed that they were around us. I am the only one that doesn't have security because I don't need them. "Are you okay?" I opened my eyes. "I messed up, mom," I said. "I messed up and he probably didn't take that well. I don't blame him because I literally walked away and what if he doesn't want to speak to me again?" I freaked out. "Hone
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