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"What– are you doing here?" My attention was flying between the two pairs of eyes standing in front of me. Fred dug his hands in his pockets and looked away. Huncho stepped closer to me. "I will come with you to your interview and after you're coming back home with me." "No, I–" "The only reason why I let you out is because you had Fred in the same house as you." His voice deepened, "You're not going to sleep alone at home." "But you can send men with me, no?" "I won't trust men with your safety," he breathed in, "now let's go. You're going to be late." I raised my eyebrows but followed him. I stole a last look at Fred who was staring out of the window, his hands still in his pockets. My heart was breaking, not sure what to do for him. I knew he was hurting but I couldn't control my
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