The begining

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     I was walking over to Max's house, yeah he was a brat sometimes but hey I need money. Mrs.Jones had called me an hour before the time she wanted me, she always called late, which gave me no time to get ready but I got used to it.
      Max was a strange kid, of course all young kids are, but Max was strange in a different way, he said he could see people and you assume it's just a phase but, max is now 8, he didn't grow out of it.
He kept a collection of slugs in his room, and named EACH ONE a different name, he remembers each slugs name, and he has dolls that look like demons, he "feeds" them. Like I said, weird kid.
"Hi Cameron, thank you for coming on such short notice!" Said Mrs.Jones with a fake smile "No problem." I whispered.
They left. I sat down on the couch and called "Max!" No response, so I called again "Max?"

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