harry

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my journal is just about filled  with so many pages of letters to mab.

the only thing i'm scared about is that the police will come and find me. not for the incident with mab, but also something else... 

throwing the book in a drawer next to the bed, i look out the window finding a deer eating something off the floor. it's always stuff like this that gets me wondering about deep thoughts.

listening closely, i hear a vehicle. my heart begins to race when i see a black car but dot notice any white or any sort of indication that's a police vehicle. it passes by the path, i sigh. heading to the living room, mab lays on the couch with a book in her hand. "you know, now that i don't hate you, wouldn't it be fair to go outside."

taking her hand in mine i shake my head. "I'm sorry, mab." i push a strand of lose hair out of her face. "i can't do that."

this angers her. closing the book, she gets up and walks off.

this time, i don't bother to follow her.

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