prologue

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"You need a ride?" the dark haired stranger pulled up to the side of the road I was patrolling asked me.

"Yes, thank you."

He nodded at the door and I opened it and slid inside.

My mother once told me not to take rides from strange men I didn't know.

Clearly, I don't listen to my mother.

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⏰ Last updated: Sep 12, 2015 ⏰

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