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“trust me, it’s not as fancy as you think it is. what they’re saying is that killing one of your own kind makes your hands unclean for the lot,”“ morgan explained. likewise, she didn’t mind thinking outside the box, although there were some things that confused her, such as the thought of one another willing to shed civil blood. that made her face turn sour and even more so when a screech was heard in the distance. “did you hear that?”, she asked, turning her head towards alex.

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   “s-sorry, um,” Carrie stuttered, nervous and at a complete loss for words. here comes this boy whom she’s never seen a day in her life, not even in school, approaching her without a care in the world! that never happened to her- at least, not without a tug of her hair and a laugh before they ran away. the very thought kept her on edge, to say the least, but she felt ready for what was to come. 

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How long had she been set in that very spot, wearing this blank and openly lost confusion as she looked at this young man? Camille hadn’t kept track--not so very accurately, that was-- ...but there was something in her more basic instinct that told her when she might have held this position, and air, for a touch too long, at least.