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How long has it been now? I think of the meals I've eaten, I've counted more than three weeks. And I'm not stupid. I've heard the stories. What our moms and pops and teachers won't admit to us, but the reason they tell us to be careful. To walk home in pairs. To obey the curfew in early fall. And the warnings I never thought applied to me. The reason strangers come to town with their cameras, booking rooms in the local motel. The boogie man in the stories boys tell us to scare us. The f*******: posts. I know what he did to those other girls. Years ago. I know it's HK.
Everyone thought that maybe he'd gone. He'd given up, died, moved on or got himself locked up for another crime. But he's back and I'm the latest. So I know, when he tells me I'm gonna die at the end of homecoming, he me
