Authors Note: This chapter takes place exactly after Gwen and Duncan's little "fight"

Also this chapter contains stuff like ghosts. No demonic possessions, but if you are scared of those kinds of stuff, I suggest you not read it… Enjoy XD

Courtney's P.O.V.

It was three hours before dead hour.
I stood in front of an old house that had been abandoned before I had even moved to this town, and I'd been here a long time.

I quickly searched through the pockets of my jackets, fumbling through keys, a cross, and loose items, until I finally found the item I had been looking for. My flashlight. I turned it on to make sure it worked, and it shone brightly in the pitch back sky. No stars had been out, making this journey that much more frightening. I walked to the front of the building, wondering if this was the sensible thing to do. I knew in my heart that it wasn't the sane thing to do, but I had to do it. I had to get my revenge. My conscience told me to turn back, but I was too stubborn. I walked into the creepy house, slowly and cautiously, pointing my flashlight at every crack or crevice of the house, as I heard a groaning sound. My confidence quickly wore out as I tried to reassure myself that those sound I heard had just been the floorboards- just the creaky, old, dangerous, floorboards. I quickly looked around and for the oldest looking thing in that room. My eyes led me to an old looking box bestowed on a table, as if it were asking me to take it. I quickly grabbed the silver box and ran like the wind, exiting the house like my life depended on it.

I dropped my flashlight as I ran, but I didn't dare look back. I didn't care. I had gotten what I came for, and that was all that mattered. "Welcome to Hell, Gwenny" I muttered under my breath, cackling to myself.

Next Day

Gwen's P.O.V.

I still couldn't believe it. Duncan the Devil was an angel. It made absolutely no sense in my mind, but I trusted my best friend. This would be so cool! Although, my understanding of angels and their "abilities" was limited, I couldn't wait to know what I could get out of this new information. I know, totally selfish, but hey it's not my fault I'm only human.

I hear the door bell ring. "I got it Gwen!" m y mother shouted from the basement. A couple minutes later, my curiosity meter rose to full. I knew I'd explode if I didn't find out who was at the door. I raced downstairs to find "It", "She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named", "The Creature from the Black Lagoon", "The Mother of All That is Evil", the girl who I've grown to despise, due to the torment I had received, for the past few months. It. Was. Courtney. And she was wearing a weird tool belt around her waist. What was she doing here? I raced back up to my room like a ninja, and I quietly closed my door. No one must know I was there.

I heard a knocking sound on my door, a couple minutes later. "Who is it?" I groaned. "It's mom, can I come in?" my mother asked. I let her in. And at the door, you guessed it, was Courtney. My mother had tricked me. She pushed me in my room, and slammed my door shut. "What are you doing here?" I asked. I was quickly met with a slap to the face. "What the hell Courtney?!" I cried. "That's for stealing my man, bitch." I couldn't tell what hurt more. The sting from the slap, or the sting from the word. I had had enough. I left the room before I did something that I might regret later.

Courtney's P.O.V

"She left. Great! Now where am I gonna put this?" I looked around the room, wondering where to put the object. I had spotted a crack forming in the wall. I kicked it in making a small hole. I dropped the small silver box in the hole, and refilled it with a quick drying cement type thing, smoothing it over and pushing her desk a bit to cover it partly. I looked at my work for a minute, admiring my evil geniusness. I left the room abruptly, making sure no one had seen me. I ran down the stairs and yelled "Bye!" to Gwen and her mother and left.

Gwen's P.O.V

My mother had been trying to look for a job for the past few weeks with no success. So she decided to broaden her search area to a wider horizon. Different towns, countries maybe. We had already broken into this house and this town, and it had become a home to us. It was one of the only things keeping our messed up lives together. I guess she didn't want to take that away from us, so she let us stay.

"Mom. Don't, you trust me? " I asked. "Well of course I do honey. I just wanna know that in case an emergency happened to arise, you and your brother would be safe." She replied. "Mom, I'm almost 18, you can't keep treating me like a child." I defended. "Gwen, I'm sorry, but I don't have time for this. You understand that with our situation, I'm just doing my best to keep you guys safe." I hated it when she was right. She yelled bye to my brother who had been playing our Xbox360 upstairs. He yelled bye back. She left after giving me a hug. Duncan should be arriving in a couple of minutes. Great. My mom trusted a criminal more than she did her own daughter.

Duncan had arrived minutes later with pizza and video games for my brother, and nothing for me. How nice. My brother rushed down to meet the punk. It sickened me that my brother was tight with my best friend. I don't know why, but it did.

I took a slice of pizza, as Duncan situated himself on my couch. "So how you been?" he asked. "Not good" I told him. "Courtney stopped by my house earlier today." I replied. "What did she want?" he asked. "I really have no idea. She just came, went to my room to harass and slap me. So, I left, and after like ten minutes she went downstairs and left." He looked puzzled. "Really?" he asked. "Yeah, I checked my stuff. Everything was in place. Didn't look like she touched anything." I said, "maybe she was trying to contaminate my stuff with her evil disease or something" I responded with a smirk. "Yeah, maybe he said before giving me a quick smile. I decide to change the topic. Maybe talk about his family or something.

It was nearing night time, and the sky was already dark. No starts could be found in the sky. It was as if they were hiding under a big black blanket. I heard a loud crash come from upstairs. I rushed up to see what was going on, and Duncan followed. It took me a while to locate the source of the noise. I entered my room, to find it pitch black. I stepped in and let out a cry as shards of glass pierced my skin, drawing blood. My lamp had fallen off my night stand and had crumbled into tiny pieces. My brother rushed in to ask me if I was okay. I nodded. "Could you get me the first aid kit?" I asked him. He ran out and came back minutes later with it. He got out the tweezers an d carefully removed the shards from my foot. There were no band aids, lucky me. My brother left again and raided our mom's room and the bathroom looking for band aids, but couldn't find any. He was determined to find bandages, and left again to find stuff. As he left, Duncan quickly shut and locked the door. I looked up at him worried, as he said "Hold still." I asked him why, but he just walked closer to me, ignoring my question. "Do you trust me?" he asked. "Yes, I do Duncan" I answered "but wtf? You're scaring me." With that he grabbed my foot and looked at me. His gaze frightened me, I knew it wasn't him anymore, yet compelled me to comply. He told me to shield my eyes. I did as he said. Although my eyes were closed, the darkness I saw flashed red before blinding me with white. I felt an excruciating pain, as I clenched the frame of my bed. The pain quickly stopped. I opened my eyes. The pain I had felt in my foot was no longer there. I looked at my foot, and nothing was there. Not even a scar. I quickly glanced at my friend who looked somewhat fazed. "What the hell was that?!" I asked moving my foot. He chuckled. "Thank you! Thank you so much!" I cried giving him a hug. "How did you? I can't. Oh my gosh." I said, obviously unable to find my words. He laughed again "I'm an angel," he said "it comes with the package." "Wow! I can't believe it! My best friend's an angel!" I shouted. "Gwen, you do understand that this cannot ever leave your mouth. You can't tell anyone about this. And me giving you this information isn't necessarily a good thing. There are people in Heaven who don't like me. Angels aren't necessarily these happy loving characters that live in your world's fantasies. They aren't evil, but they do what they must to protect their existence. Many of my brethren question our Father's commands, as they do not understand why he does or wants certain things and they question the reason for it.

I am here because Duncan's parent's prayed for this. At least his mother did, not too long ago. He was sick and dying and she prayed to us to heal her son, and I did. But, I made him my vessel." He said. "Did he want this?" I asked "Did Duncan, I mean is he okay with this?" He sighed. "He's fine with it. He's still here with me, he's conscious, I still let him take control, but I come when I must. Your mother prayed to me to protect you. I know that this is a lot to take in I know that you are in doubt, but I am telling you the truth. I will be back soon." I was blinded by another flash of light, as I heard the sound of flapping wings. I looked at Duncan seconds later. He was out cold.

I had gotten him a blanket and a bottle of water, and left him to get some rest. It was all just so much to take in. I knew monsters were real, but angels? I guess God was real as well, and a lot of other things I didn't think were real, were probably real. I was in the living room watching TV, when I heard footsteps come down the stairs. I looked behind me, to find Duncan there grinning. "I guess you found out" he said. "Yup" he replied. He sat down on the couch next to me. "So how long was he in you?" I asked. "Well" he said "it's been a while. I had an accident a couple months back. I was riding my motorcycle and I was hit by a drunk driver. I was in the hospital and I was horrible, Gwen. I was broken. I couldn't hold on anymore. My parents had cried and prayed for me to come back. I could hear them , but I guess they didn't hear me screaming for them. I was drifting away, and I couldn't hold on. But, at that moment, when I was sure it was all over, a hand grabbed me. Exactly at the time my heart monitor went flat. It pulled me back into my body I guess. I can remember my parent s screeching.

The heart monitor started beeping. I had regained consciousness. I could see my parents, but I couldn't control myself. I heard a voice telling me everything would be alright, that I was safe. I learned to live with it. He told me he was an angel. But, he was very cold to my parents, so heartless. He told me that he'd let me take over, and I've kind of been living a double life. Sometimes I might wake up in the mornings, and not remember anything. Sometimes he might let me remember. Ever since then, I just had to live with it. He's told me a lot of things, like he said I'd be meeting a girl soon. He said she was special, and I can only guess he meant you. He said you were telekinetic, and you have the gift of clairvoyance-" I cut him off. "So, you're saying I can communicate with spirits?" I asked in a quiet voice. "Yeah, you also have precognition and other psychic abilities that you will unlock. The angel said, he was sent to protect you from danger. You and you're brother and your mother are wanted by many creatures. You're very valuable to them. And your father, I have reason to believe that he's still alive. But I don't know where he is" he said. A tear slid down my cheek, as I was embraced by a hug. "So does that mean-" I began. "Yes, I believe the demon that possessed him the day of the shooting was letting him go easy, I don't know why he didn't kill your dad, but he's still alive." He replied.

We were left in silence as the thought processed through my mind. I was totally going crazy. Did I actually believe him? I didn't know what to think. I had lost so much already, that I had begun to think that if I was given all these problems in my life, anything was possible. "Are you okay?" he asked. I wiped a tear from my eye and replied "I'm okay."

We had just started watching TV again, as I had been doing before all of that- stuff. I could smell something that smelled like a burning object, but I quickly dismissed it as nothing. When the smell lingered, that was when I asked Duncan if he could smell it. "Duncan?" I asked. "hmm?" he replied. "Do you smell that? I think it's coming from the kitchen" I said as I got up breaking away from his grasp. I coughed as I neared the kitchen, I could see the black smoke coming from the oven. I hadn't turned it on. I quickly turned on the ceiling fan and opened a window, waving my hand in front of my face attempting to deny the smoke access to my lungs. "Duncan" I shouted "There's a fire extinguisher close to the front door. Hurry and get it please. " He did as I said, rushing back to meet me in the kitchen, and spraying the oven. We put out the fire. "How the hell did that happen?" he asked. "I dunno, maybe I left it on or something." He asked me if I was okay. I nodded.

I rushed upstairs to check on my brother. He told me that he was okay, so I decided not to worry him by telling him what had just happened. So, I called my mom.

Dialogue

It's only gonna show what Gwen says

"Hi mom."

"There was a fire"

"No, everyone's fine. You don't have to come. Duncan's here, He put it out."

"Mom. Seriously It's fine. Just get back to whatever it is you're doing."

"Okay, okay. I'll call you if anything happens."

"Okay, fine. Love you too. Mwah. Bye."

I sighed and looked at Duncan. "What the hell is going on here?" I asked. "I don't know" he replied. "I'll be right back." I ran down to the basement and found an old dusty cardboard box. I blew away the cobwebs, and opened it. Removing and old, torn up, leather book. It was my dad's. When I was a little girl, he had constantly tried to make sure I never got into it.

» Flash Back

"Why not daddy?" I asked. "Because, pumpkin, daddy has a lot of important things in here that you can't see yet." He replied. "But dad-" I was cut off. "Gwen you have to promise me that you'll never look in here." He said. "I promise." I reluctantly said.

» End of Flash Back

My dad had told me a lot of things when I was little. Things that little kids my age shouldn't have known. He told me monsters were real, he even taught me how to load a gun when I was about eight years old. We used to go hunting for these monsters together by the time I was nine. He never took my brother with us. But after he died. I kinda stopped. I pushed away all those things he told me, and I kept them under lock an key. I never talked to anyone about it. Never said a word. I always did what he asked, no questions. I guess I was his good little soldier. He had also told my brother these horrible things. I kind of hated him for ruining the only chance at childhood my had, but for me, I knew it was too late. By the time I was 13, my brother was 9, yet he still didn't have an idea about what our lives were really like.

I opened the book to the first page, labeled 1983. I read it and found out my mom… was dead. Who was this lady that I had been calling mother for the past years? My mother's name – my real mother was Mary. He wrote down that she had died in a fire. She had been pinned to the ceiling with a cut in her stomach in my nursery and her blood, had been dripping in my cradle. Until she burst into flames.

I shut the book and ran upstairs crying. I ran past Duncan, who had been sitting on the couch, and locked myself in my room.

He had been knocking on my door for the past few minutes, asking me to let him in, but I remained silent. He finally unlocked my door using a screw driver he had found. I was under my covers, with a pillow covering my face, crying to myself. I had changed back into my pajamas. He asked me what was wrong, and I told him what I had learned. We then went to my brother's room and asked him to come in. I told him about our dad, how he was a super hero, sparing the gruesome details. I told him about our mom. Our real mom, and how she died when he was born. How the lady who had been living with us, was her sister and pretended to be her for us. He took it pretty rough, but after a while he was compliant. He wasn't alright. None of us were, despite how much we tried to make ourselves seem. We decided to hit the hay. Duncan returned to the couch in the basement, and my brother and I each returned to our designated rooms.

That Night

Gwen's P.O.V.

Later that night, I could hear footsteps running across the halls. I smiled to myself thinking it was Duncan or Sam trying to scare me. "Yeah guys, real funny" I said. Minutes passed and I heard nothing but silence. Then, something dropped on the floor in my room. I turned on my light to find that my keys had fallen off of my command strip that was on the wall. I got up, and put it back, inspecting everything in my room, to find that everything was in order. I went back to bed, telling myself that everything was okay. As I calmed myself down, I heard laughter. By now I was getting angry. "Seriously you guys, quit pissing me off!" I yelled. Again Laughter. Nothing but Laughter. I got out of bed, and opened the door. It was completely empty. I returned to my bed, hiding under my covers. I felt something cold pass by my window, it wasn't open. I was scared to move. I could hear big footsteps coming closer and closer, outside my bedroom. It got gradually closer, but then it turned away. My anger changed to fear and I ran down the stairs to the living room.

Duncan's P.O.V.

I heard someone coming down the stairs, and I slowly opened my eyes adjusting to the darkness that surrounded me. I switched on the lamp and stretched, hearing my bones crack as my gothic beauty stood above me. It was kind of creepy. "Gwen?" I asked. "Duncan?" She sounded scared. "What's wrong?" I asked her. "I honestly don't know, but I'm scared." She said. "What happened?" I asked sitting all the way up. "I was in my room, and my keys fell off my hook on my wall, and I thought it was nothing, so I tried to go to sleep." I said. He nodded. "But then I heard laughter and it sounded like someone was running down the halls so I said stop, but it started laughing again. I got scared so I came down here." She said. "Oh okay. You want me to check it out?" She shook her head. I guess she didn't want me to leave her alone. "Okay, but I have to go check on your brother." She nodded. We walked up hand and hand.

Gwen's P.O.V.

Duncan knocked on my brother's door and Sam opened it. He looked scared. "Are you okay?" I whispered. He said yeah. We all went into my mom's room. Duncan said he would be right back and he went downstairs. I left too. I told my brother only to open the door if I knocked twice. I got salt from the kitchen, iron from the fire place, and a gun from under my bed loaded with rock salt. I returned to my brother's room, using our secret knock, and he let me in. Duncan was already in there with him, sitting on his couch. I locked the door, and covered the crack with some table salt that I found in the kitchen. I had an attitude adjustment. I cocked the gun, to make sure it had ammo, and handed Duncan the iron. "Where'd you learn to do that?" they asked. I sighed before saying "Dad." I talked more about dad, and he listened. I told him how awesome he was. "Sam, You remember those bedtime stories dad would tell you? How he said monsters were real?" I asked. "Oh wow" Duncan said. "Shut up" I snapped. "Yeah I guess, but what has that got to do with anything? " Sam replied "Dad wasn't lying when he told you those things. He wasn't even joking. And I'm pretty sure we've got some angry ghosts on our tails, and they're ready to shred us to bits, unless we do something about it." Duncan looked at me and nodded. "I'm gonna need you to man up for this, you hear?" he nodded. "But what if we don't make it? " Sam asked. I looked at him with compassion, before saying "We, will make it. I promise." I knew he was scared. "We lay low for tonight." I said tossing him a pistol "you see anything out of the ordinary, you slide the safety to on, shift the barrel, cock and shoot. Do not open the door unless you get the signal, do not move the salt line. You gotta go to the bathroom, pee your pants If u have too, but no one leaves the room until morning." I said. "If you're tired, you can take a nap, I'll be keeping watch" Duncan said trying to lighten the blow, "your sister and I will take care of everything. Remember your video games, no man left behind. We fight and survive until we see the light of day and we'll see what we can do then."

Duncan's P.O.V

The night passed by fairly quickly. We did whatever we could to stay awake. I suggested me and Gwen make out but no.

Minutes later we were greeted by a knock at the door. "Sammy? Gwen. It's mommy. Can you please open the door?" my 'mother' asked with her sickeningly sweet voice. "Mom!" cried Sam as he rushed to open the door. I quickly caught the kid before he could reach the door. "Let me go Duncan! My mom's out there!" he cried. "Sam, that's not mom! Mom's dead, remember?" Gwen yelled. Their 'mother's' voice could be heard outside the door, calling out to them again. "Gwen?! What's going on? No! NO! NOOOOOO!" We could hear her being dragged away, her fingers scraping the floor as she let out a blood curdling screech. A sickening crack was heard, as a violent splatter noise echoed through our ears. Gwen broke out crying and fell onto the floor, as her brother joined her. Great, now I had to take care of two crying babies. No offense. I sat on the bed and closed my eyes praying, as I let a white light enshroud me. In a matter of seconds, I rose. "Do not cry" I said "she is safe." Gwen's brother hid behind her. Gwen rose and asked me if I was Duncan. "No" I replied. "What does he mean he's not Duncan?" her brother asked. "Sam" I said "Don't worry. It's a friend. He's gonna help us. I'll explain it all once this is over." I told him, drying my tears. Gwen tried to comfort her brother by making some small talk, "You wanna know why I put salt at the door?" Sam nodded. Gwen continues. "Well, according to Dad's book, salt is really special. When Jesus walked the Earth, It was used when you ate meat and other things, to purify them. Buddhist's believe that salt can repel evil spirits, and that a salt line will make sure no spirits can cross. So, it's like a barrier. There's a whole story to it, and you can read about it in dad's journal if you would like." He shook his head. "No thanks" he said "maybe later. I don't want to get anymore creeped out than I already am."

A couple minutes later

Sam, had already fallen asleep, leaving me and the angel. "Tell me what you know about my mother." I said. "Your mother's name was Mary. She had blonde hair, she was a very beautiful woman. When she married your father, he had barely found out about her profession" he said. "So she was a hunter before him? I asked. "Yes." He replied. "What else?" she asked. "I'm afraid I must go now. Heaven is calling. He left his vessel in a blinding flash of white light.

"Great, now I'm all alone" Gwen said. I got up to look out the window. The sun was rising above the horizon. Finally. I jumped back as I felt a hand touch my shoulder. I turned around to find Duncan smirking at his hi-larious joke. "Jumpy much?" he snickered. "Oh shut up." I said. "I gotta go home really quickly, to get something. Stay in here until I get back. Make sure to re-salt the door once I leave." "Okay. But please hurry." He nodded. "You got it." He walked up to me and gave me a kiss before leaving. I quickly re-salted the door, and plopped down on the couch. Wow. "Your friend Duncan will join the dead." I could hear a voice saying from outside the hall.

My brother woke up about half an hour later. "Gwen?" he asked. "Yeah?" I responded. "Where's Duncan?" "He had to go home really quickly. He'll be back." I said. "Okay. Can I go downstairs and grab some pancakes real quick?" he asked "I'm hungry, and a growing man's got to eat." "Haha, you are so not a man" I replied "and you'll have to wait till Duncan gets back and we kill this ghost, because I'm not letting you go out there." He said fine. "Can I tell you something?" he asked. "Sure. Shoot." He sighed "I think I can talk to them." I smiled, "Who's them?" "The ghosts." He replied. "Oh? Did you talk to them?" I asked. "No, but I heard them. They said that they wanted us to play with them. They're bad Gwen." I just sat there staring at him, too scared to say anything. Duncan gave the knock, and I opened the door for him. He was carrying a load of stuff in a leather bag. There was gasoline, some kind of powder, and a lighter. "What are you gonna do with those?" I asked. "I'm gonna get rid of some undead bitches" he replied. "Now, since we're thinking Courtney did this, cuz this crap started happening after she came, was there any place you saw her go? Any place in particular?" he asked. "Well, she was in my room" I replied. "Okay" he said "You're gonna have to show me. Sam, you're coming too. Everyone stay close, and just for a precaution, dump some salt on yourselves. " "You want us to what?" Sam asked. "Dump salt. On your bodies." Duncan repeated. I looked at my brother and gave him a shrug as I started dumping salt on myself. "Are you two read?" Duncan asked. "Ready" we replied in unison. I grabbed the gun, Sam grabbed the iron, and Duncan had the gas, powder, lighter, and E.M.F reader, and we headed to my room.

The device started beeping higher and lower pitch frequencies, as Duncan walked around my room. I was behind my brother. I heard the E.M.F reader whooping as it neared my desk. Duncan glanced back at me, and I shrugged. He quickly pushed the desk back to reveal a dent in the wall, poorly hidden. He moved the device to the dent and it whooped like crazy. He kicked the dent in, and grabbed a little wooden box out of the hole, and smiled at us. We rushed out of the room and headed for the fireplace downstairs. My brother let out a yelp, as he was dragged away from us into my mother's room, and the door slammed behind him. I pounded and kicked the door, hoping it would fall down, as I heard Duncan running to the fireplace. "Let him go" I cried "take me instead." I turned around to see two laughing children, crack their heads, flicker, and approach me. I swung the iron right through their bodies, and they vanished. I returned my attention to the door, but it still wouldn't budge. I could hear my brother screaming my name, as I began levitating off the floor. "Crap!"

Duncan's P.O.V.

I threw the box into the fireplace, and started spraying gasoline, and igniter powder on it. I flicked my lighter multiple times. All it did was send sparks flying, it wouldn't light. I looked behind me and saw a child flicker and approach me, in a sickening motion. I still had my thumb on the dial, frantically rolling it. My lighter flicked on. "Bye bye bitch." I said tossing it into the fireplace. The box quickly caught on fire, as I watched the little boy explode into a ball of fire. Screaming. I stood still. It was over. I quickly ran for the stairs as my focus returned on Gwen and her brother.

Gwen's P.O.V.

I was being levitated off the ground. I couldn't breathe. My vision grew blurry until all I could see was black. Darkness. My heart. It hurt so much. I closed my eyes. I was ready.

A/N: This part is a little corny so brace yourselves.

Second later, I was dropped on the floor, my brother stopped screaming. His door slowly opened and he rushed to my side, crushing me. It was over, everything was finally over. I returned his embrace, as my breathing returned to normal. He helped me get up and we went downstairs. We were greeted with a massive hug. "Is it over?" I asked Duncan. "It's over" he said. "Well, now that we've all had a good scare, I'm going to go back to my room, and go play some video games" my brother said walking up the stairs. "The kid scares me some times." I said to Duncan. He chuckled "Yeah." "So is it you now, or the angel?" I asked him. He smiled. "It's me. 100% badass." "Good." I leaned in for a kiss, and he leaned in as well. I stopped. "Can you help me clean this up then?" I asked. "Only if you agree to being my girlfriend." He replied. I blushed "Hmm. I don't know" I said. "It's a once in a lifetime offer. If I were you, I'd take it before I lose it" he said "It's a fair bargain." I sighed. "Fine, I'll be your girlfriend." "Yes!" he shouted. "I have two conditions though" I continued. "Name 'em" he said. "First of all, no pet names, no planning, no pookums. And, you have to take me hunting with you." I replied. "Umm, yes to the first part, but I don't know about the second one" he said. "Oh, come on" I began "I've already been hunting with my dad when I was little. It's not a big deal. " "That's true, but you're probably rusty by now" he said. "Take it or leave it" I said. "Fine" he said going in for the kiss. "Ah ah ah. Pinky pwomise?" I asked. "Are you serious?" he asked. "Fine, I guess I'm gonna have to say no to your offer then" I said. "Fine, fine. Pinky Promise" he said taking my pinky.

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