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A dark green truck rode up behide me. It was Hank. "Ali, what are you doing out here?" Hank asked, walking closer towards me.

"I was just leaving. Come on take me somewhere." I said, as I hopped into his truck and saw Bryce look a little mad as we rode off.

"What are you doing hanging with those freaks.
?" Hank asked. "I wasn't." I said. "Oh." Hank said.

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