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South Dakota's POV:

I do know that Georgia got out of the truck, taking Virginia, Tennessee and Montana with her. I started crying.

But the man didn't care. He just started driving again. I don't how long we were on the road, and eventually I lost track of where we were. I tried asking asking the man what he wanted with me, but he just turned on some rock music and kept driving.

Then, we reached a small house in a wooded area after what felt like almost a day. How the truck didn't need gas at all, I don't know.

When he opened the door, I tried to run. But I didn't get far. He grabbed me by the collar and told me not to run, because "he knew how to deal with run aways".

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