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=//Do I Stay or Do I Go?// = = =  **BACK **

“You there—I recognize you. Come here, lad.” A tall, thick-necked man is pointing at you. Uh oh; it’s the sheriff’s deputy. He’s too close for you to run away. “What’s your name?” he asks. By his mood, it seems like he’s been having a worse day than you. You tell him your name, and he asks about your employment. “You have no job?” he asks, pretending to be surprised. “What about your parents, then—where are they?” You tell him that they’ve died, and you don’t have any other family that you’re aware of. “Just what I expected—another no-good vagrant. Come with me, boy.” The deputy’s satisfaction is impossible for him to hide.


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