When we walked out, my mates rushed me as if I was a piece of cake, and they were fat kids who hadn't eaten a sweet in years, and I sighed, as I pushed them away.
''Would you let me breathe!'' I complained, as they stepped away.
''Sorry,'' Zaiden said, his voice low, and I felt guilty.
''After I've cleaned up, we should talk,'' I told their father, ''We've got more possible locations, and the names of two others who gvie Emory kids.''
''And one guard that works for Emory,'' Emmet added.
''It's late,'' He shook his head, we'll talk in the morning.'' He countered.
I felt a little agitated. I wanted to get the ball rolling, but he was right, it was late. We returned home with my mates fussing over me, and making sure I hadn't gotten injured. It was both comforting and overwhelming.
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