"Well, I wanted...ugh. I wanted fresh air, I guess." I stare at her, then look away.
She only smiles.
"You don't tend to be like this."
"I don't tend to be like anything." I grunt, my face steeling over.
She laughs a little.
"Yeah, sure."
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Runaways
AventuraThree kids. One destination. Where is their destination you ask? Away. Anywhere but where they left off. They have almost no belonging or food and definitely no home. Their always on the run. Why you ask? Their running from their parents, from thei...
