Burnning fire

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"Looking for me" said a strange soft voice from behind me. A tingle went down my spine when he talked.
" Who are you" I asked in a fierce voice.
"Jason" the person replied.
"Where did you come from" I gripped my dagger with a nervous look.
"I ran away when I was 6" Jason explained with a concerned face.
"I was abandoned here when I was 8" I didn't want to show fear so I kept a stern face. He looked about 16, his grey T-shirt was ripped and covered in grease and dirt. He had light skin his hair was dirty blond, it was jagged across his face. I wanted to ask why he ran away ,but I knew if he didn't say anything he wasn't ready to tell me.

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