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It's dark outside. The warm breeze hits my face as I make my way along the sidewalk, my shadow cast upon the ground by the street lamps, bathing me in a yellowish glow. I have my hoodie pulled over my head to shield my face from any passerby, and I keep my pace brisk. Brisk and clean, walking with a purpose, knowing exactly where I am supposed to go. Part of me wonders what Charlie's doing right now. Surely he knows that I'm gone. And poor Penny is probably having a conniption. She never did completely trust me after the Charleston incident of 2013. It doesn't matter, though. He'll be here soon enough. Catch me if you can, Portman. ________ "Mom, we've spent the entire day looking." Penny groans into the phone, exasperated. "Yes, we called Lake Busbee. The guy said that he hadn't see
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