Prolouge

"You and I aren't so different you know," he points out, putting a cigarette between his lips and lighting it.

"Yeah? How so?" I ask.

"We both did something we regret, put in juvie for it, put in this dumb ass rehabilitation support group, and are on their way to hell," he starts. "But you know the greatest of them all?"

"What?"

"We got one way tickets, baby," he smiles, blowing his cigarette smoke in my face.

~*~

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