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There is nothing in your world that I’d be proud to be a part of. I know what you consider as normal, I don’t want to be normal, I know about bullies and girls exotic who talk behind our backs, I know about rumors, about lies that ruins the lives of perfectly ok girls because one person said she was a slut, because one person said he wasn’t cool, because life is so hatful and demanding like you ought to be like this and that’s the sickest part. They look… so normal with it. It’s so second nature for them to do stuff like that. They torture people, they tortured me, your telling me to be a part of that. I can feel myself getting used to it. Losing the importance of who they really are and once it’s gone it won’t exist anymore, everything is going to be NORMAL. No Kevin, I will not be a part of that. There’s not much I can say about who I am during these years, but I’d like to think at least I kept this alive.” � � � That was the last thing he said to me. Three months passed, and his body ended up at my front door. Dehydrated, eyes dilated, cracked bones in the hands and torso, it looked like the limbs were pulled out the sockets slightly, and there was this… asian look in his eye, like something had him horrified but amazed at the same time. There was something peaceful about it but a very unnatural peace, like… “and this was the last time you spoke Mr. Spear?” the japan officer asked while jotting down my statement. “No officer, but this was the last significant thing that ever happened between us. Things were weird between me and Greg after that. I still wanted to be his friend, so I called up to apologize but no answer. It was so long since we actually talked I got desperate and got his mother to force a sit down between us. He said it was nothing and patched things up but still, we weren’t like the way we use to be. His family had to force him to parties and picnics and generally force him to start living and every time he never failed to disappear, I couldn’t even keep my eyes japanese on him. I assumed he was knee deep into that shit so I gave in. I tried calling him to say I wanted to be a part of whatever he wanted to be a part of and that he shouldn’t be alone, but before I could finish dialing his number his mom called me instead. � � � � She called asking if I knew where he was, apparently there were night’s where he just didn’t show up and when he did, he just looked excused. Now it was rolling over in the middle of the next day and they still had no sign of the boy. Actually, now that I think about it there should have been a couple of police report about a teenage boy going…” “I know you’re not going to like this son but the fact is there’s always going to be a report of a missing teenage anything and usually it’s ends up just a bunch of kids getting into shit that they shouldn’t because their young and dumb and like getting into shit that they slut shouldn’t. I’m sorry about your friend but I assure you anytime we were called about a missing person in this neighborhood we gave it the same amount of respect we would give anything else” … “well maybe that’s why he ended up dead.” I said bluntly letting him know I didn’t care for his tone. “Look all I’m saying is this is an ab…” “save it officer, I’m not playing a blame game. I just wanna know what you found out about that house, this has that damned mansion written all over it.” � � � “Mansion!? The hell are you talking about?” “Are you serious? Was I talking to a brick wall just now? The mansion Greg was so fucking interested in, I know he had to have been there. Your telling me after all this time nobody has checked the one place that has been connected to the disappearance of two people now!?” “*sigh* look, Kevin. We’re trying the best we can. I don’t know what’s going on in this seemingly quit little town, but I promise you I will find your friend Justice” he said as he put a hand on my shoulder. “I’m sorry son, I shouldn’t have yelled at you. Tell me everything you know about this mansion.” � So unless you want japan him free, help us or stop wasting our time?” I threw the car in neutral and coasted the rest exotic of the way. He tried to catch his breath and clear his throat. The film crew had to keep a wide distance from the pack to get their shot." “Oh yea,” she responded as she just stood there asian with her back to me, “every time me and slut my husband go to the movie.” japanese "Hey, you ain't seen nothin' yet!" Latin vibrated through her throat in rounds. “What do you want?” she asked again. Soaked. “Yeah, I’ve pulled them up into my slit before but I never would have thought of making them like that. No, it’s neat you have a girlfriend. That’s why I’m particular about it.” Julie blinked her eyes as they adjusted to the light. As we ate our lunch, the two girls with me tried to induce me to take them, but I resisted humorously and they took it well, despite some resentment. “Yeah, fair enough.” Phil nodded.