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"If this is the part where you plan to kill me and bury my body in the dirt, jokes on you, this was what I wanted anyways." I say, trudging along side him. He exhales through his nose, giving somewhat of a snicker, "If I wanted to kill you, trust me, I would've already done it." He stops at a fence and proceeds to toss his backpack over. "That's what someone who would want to murder you would say," I whisper, giving a 'duh' expression. "Shut up and give me your bag," he chuckles. Incautiously, I slip my bag off and hand it to him, "I'm just saying. I mean, do you or do you not agree. If you wanted to murder me-" He throws my bag over the fence and my jaw drops, "Wow, okay, now you're getting rid of all evidence. You could have at least taken out the books and left the bag. It lasted me three years you know."
Chapter 1
