can't stop running

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(Fawk fawk  I can't get caught.) I think to myself as I see the local Sheriff and his side kick pull up with lights and sirens going up to the party. I yell top my lungs "COPS" and take off running. Everyone runs every which way. I take off into the woods. The woods is my safe haven I so I thought. I ran till my legs and lungs let me. Which was a long way. I knew I could not go home because sheriff Longmier would show up looking for me and my parents will ground me or try because I never fellow their rules.
You see I have trouble find me or I should say I find trouble. In two weeks I'll be eighteen I can moving out because I was tired of my mother and father trying arrange me to marry their best friends son once I turn twenty and I want to get away before that.

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