You run a few blocks away from your house after a huge argument and a terrible beating from your parents. You sob as you climb the steps to Carson’s apartment. It was raining hard and it was past midnight. You frantically ring Carson’s doorbell, when he doesn’t answer after a few minutes. You go to the side of the apartment and knock on his window. After a few moments, Carson opens his window. He looks at you tiredly and groggily. “I outta reckon it was you.” He sighs deeply
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