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“Tell that brother of yours to hurry, man. I want to get out of here and go home." I hear one guy as I emerge from the woods, approaching the car. “Dan, hurry. We want to go,” the driver says, watching me in the side mirror, making me realize he’s the brother of the guy, and I nod, mumbling, “Let’s go” as I slide into the back seat, glad the other guy took the front passenger seat.
They are using two cars and the other car with the three guys has already moved. They have taken off their masks, but I can’t take mine off. If I do, they’ll see I’m not Dave or whoever the guy I killed is. “Are you alright, man?” the driver asks, adjusting the rear-view mirror so he can look at me and I decide to lie down on the seat, pretending I’m not well. I can’t have him st
