Lucky
Kira had been watching Kat toss and turn all night. After observing her friend and caring to that friends’ daughter, she hadn’t gotten much sleep herself. She remembered dosing off at 3 a.m., there it was, 8 a.m. and she was not a happy camper. According to her, she needed at least eight hours of sleep otherwise she wouldn’t be worth much of nothing the next day. She scanned her room and noticed Kat looking out the window. “What chu doin’?” “Starin’ at Miami,” she answered back. “This place is absolutely beautiful ... and lively. Maybe I could live here instead of bein’ in Jupitervale.” “You can’t keep runnin’ scared, K.” “I’m not runnin’.” “Well, what do you call it?” “Protectin’ my family.” “
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