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"Um what do you want?" I said harshly, I would have been nice but I was have a bad day and I mean like come on, I hate the kid with a passion. "What do you mean what do I want?" He asked while facing me. "Well for starters you came in my car so am assuming you want something from me." "You don't know? Check your phone?" Adam said while lying his head back on the window while staring at me. And that's how it all started...
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"H-hey.. You know..." Work brain, work. "What?" he hisses. "Um... I-I think I need my inhaler. It's in the bag," great, nice move. But my hope shatters into pieces when he rummages through my bag instead. "Where the heck did you put it," he asks, or maybe states as he isn't looking at me. "NO. Just give me my freakin' bag. Fast!" I try one last time. And lucky enough, he gives up. He brings the bag to me hastily. I redeem it, throw it back on the 'other side' along with myself. I run for my life. I hear whistles and of course, rainbow of curses, on the other side of the world. Well, I guess I'll just have to return to plan A. ~~~

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