The Taken Hybrid

The Taken Hybrid

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It was cold out in the midnight air. I was walking to the best park in London. I was listening to some new pop music from the So Fresh summer 2013. I wasn't that old but my brother would let me wonder the streets at night. I guess I'm lucky for a fifteen year old, actually not that lucky kids all ages wonder the streets at night, but they couldn't protect them selves from all the mythical danger out in the big bad world like I can because I'm special, a one of a kind. But just because I'm special doesn't means I can always stay out of trouble and tonight I don't want trouble, specially not the guys I've being running from for the past few years.
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