High Buns, Suitcases and Cigars

High Buns Suitcases and Cigars | 18

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Pulling on a thin jacket, I made my way out the house, ready to look for Rowen. I felt personally responsible for anything that happened to him.

Making my way out, I spotted the faint imprint of his footsteps in the mud. They lead me to the sidewalk, where they stopped.

He had three possible places to go to:

i. The lake
ii. The school
iii. or The Strip Mall

I betted my chances on three. He probably went somewhere where he could relieve himself. And I knew just the place.

I just hoped that my hunch was right.

Author's Note: This is short... 0_0 and just a filler :)