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  • WICKED GAMES | T.E
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    'Hi. I'm Tristan.' He held his large hand out for me to shake. 'Avery.' I replied and shook it. He leant against the side of the building, puffing smoke out of his mouth. 'So, what's a beautiful thing like you doing in a place like this?' 'I'm running away.' He cocked his eyebrow. 'Oh really? What from?' 'Everything.'