D A V I D'S P O V
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It's been 2 hours since Kim left with matt. Laurel and I have barely taken a sit since then. We cannot take our minds off them. Noir gas station is not far from here, and they should have got back to us a long time ago, not to tell us that they have arrived at their destination, but to tell us that they have at noir gas station, at least.
We have tried Kimberley's phone countless times and there has not been any time that she actually picked up. The call has been forwarding. I wonder what is actually going on. Matt's phone, on the other hand, was switched off, and it did not even ring for once to give any hope that he would pick up soon and tell us that they have arrived at noir gas station.
"Laurel, calm down. Maybe they are just real
