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"You haven't told us why you ran away from home," I asked Darren again, stirring my brownish looking stew. Why did we let Aspen cook again?
Our dinner guest suspiciously eyed a slimy looking carrot and politely nipped from his spoon. "Neither have you," he countered, subtly pushing his plate away.
I awkwardly chuckled. "It's a long story."
Darren ran his hand through his hair. "I guess I have some time," he said, sounding all nonchalant and casual, but I could tell he was enjoying our company. Especially Aspen. Those two got along like two peas in a pod.
I pushed my own plate away as I tried to find a good starting point to this whole mess. "Okay... So, you might have noticed that there is... A war going on."
Darren nodded. "Yes?"
"Well... It's more of a slaughter than a war. Nob
