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"Alice, what are you talking about?"

"I can tell you don't either," I looked at the sidewalk below me. "And I don't want you to go back to your dickhead father. We can't go back, I can't stand my parents. I could call them when we are as far as we can get away. Where they can't possibly find us."

Harry nodded and put change in the pay phone.

"What are you doing?!" I yelled.

"Getting a rental car." He looked at me and chuckled loudly.

I smiled cheekily, I can't help it when he laughs, it makes you smile.

I listened to Harry talking to the operator.

Suddenly I noticed my hand hurt.

Then I remember I had a shopping bag stuffed with clothes so I put it down and pried Harry's bags from his red hands.

"Why did you do that?" He whispered.

"Have you seen your hands!" I said trying to yell while whispering.

"Oh.." Harry glanced at his hands. "Okay.."

Harry told the operator to hold.

At that moment I laughed so loudly that the operator asked if there was any 'trouble'.

"Alice, can you go back into the clothing store and ask where we are?"

"Yeah." My face hurt from smiling.

I walked back into the stores and the ladies perked up again.

"Back again?" One of them asked.

"Well, yeah. But I was wondering, where are we?"

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(^•w•^) uhhhh,

I don't know any small towns in the united without anyone besides workers in them....

I am gonna make this up,

OK?

Okay.

Sorry this doesn't seem realistic, but I am trying to make it interesting here.

Hmph.

Also, again apologies for the short chapter.-

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