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Writer's pictureM. J. Padgett

Chapter Four

Devon shuffled over to the gazebo in the backyard. It was far from the bloody mess of dead rose bushes, and likely the only place we could talk without being seen from the road. I reluctantly followed him. Once under the shade of the gazebo, he waited for me to sit, then chose the bench across from me to settle in.

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