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Baby, I know places we won't be found. They'll be chasing their tails tryna track us down. P A R K E R "So what now?" My voice sounded weaker than it usually was. "You need some kind of way to run." "If they find out my identity I don't think they'll ever stop chasing." "That's why I didn't leave." She said, biting her nails. "What should we do...?" She sort of asks herself. "Shouldn't I just... turn myself in?" I asked bitterly, my sarcasm sounded too real for my own good. "No way." "The first month all you did was trying to leave." "Well-- That was---" She then stopped, she didn't know the difference between then and now. "Because this is not the first month anymore." "You've changed." "You've changed too, that's my whole point." She bent herself so close to me. "I changed yo
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