“So, what do we do now?” Rain sniffles, looking around. “What’s the new plan?” “My only plan is to sit in that tree house”—I point in the direction of the wooden box a few yards away—“watch the sun set with this super-hot girl I kidnapped a few days ago, and then maybe make her dinner. I saw that this place has spaghetti and pancake syrup.” Rain pulls her thin, dark eyebrows together. “You mean, you’re just … giving up?” “No,” I say, taking her by the hand and leading her toward our home away from fucked up home. “I’ve just had a change of priorities; that’s all.” “What could you possibly
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