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I frowned. College. There were no good four-year colleges in the area, just a bunch of community colleges. “I don’t even know why I’m studying for the GED. It’s not like I’m going to go to college.” If I wanted to go to a better, bigger university, I would have to move away, and stay in a particular area for at least four years. If staying here for six weeks made me nervous, imagine four years. It wasn’t practical, not with our lives. Sooner or later, we would have to move, and I was hoping we did it sooner, before anyone in this town got hurt. Lia kept talking about college and what majors would be best, as if I hadn’t said anything. I let her ramble. She was too enamored by our lives to remember we had a bad guy and his demons looking for us. They wouldn’t rest until they found us.
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