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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐯 :

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐯 :

- 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐩 -

" i'm so glad to be out of there " the blonde says relieved, looking out of the car window.

" well with that crutch your not going to be doing much " dewey says giving her a concerned look.

" don't worry i won't " aurora says giving dewey a smile.

" okay we are here "

" wait why are we at the twins house? " aurora questions.

" same called us here " dewey says getting out the car.

the blonde attempts getting out of the car struggling to even move her leg, dewey runs around the car to help her get out of the car without falling out.

aurora looks forward to see sam and richie walking towards the door of the meeks house, she heard sams muffled voice saying " holy shit he came. "

you and dewey slowly walk towards them.

" i've decided to temporarily assist you in your investigation. " dewey says looking very impressed with himself.

aurora always thought dewey needed to get back in crime solving, every since he was told to retire from being sherif he has not been the same.

" thank you " sam mumbles out slightly in shock.

dewey starts to support you getting up the porch stairs.

dewey knocks onto the meeks martin door.

the door opens quickly, to reveal mindy.

" holy shit aurora are you okay? " mindy says sounding very concerned.

" yeah i'm okay " the blonde returns, smiling slightly.

" come in come in " mindy says still holding th concerned face.

everyone walks into her quickly.

richie is the first one to speak up " how do you know so much about the stab movies? "

" runs in her family " dewey returns.

" randy was our uncle, rip " mindy says insincerely whilst blowing a kiss to the large portrait above their fireplace.

aurora was the last one to walk into the room, and everyone went wide eyed when they laid eyes on her.

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