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jail bird

i ran, and ran and ran. my backpack slapping my back as my feet met the wet cold asphalt. i have to do this…. i told myself. I turned a corner, i was in the corn field now. Panting, i walked, and walked,and walked..for hours i walked. I reached a road, and i followed it, i foudn a bus stop, i sat and waited. I picked up my locket form my chest, and opened it. I’m so sorry mom…but i have to do this.. i thought.

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