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A shake of his head, laugh fading into a toothy grin. βDonβt you ππͺππ ππ£πββ Lucille crashing into the wall next to him for emphasis. Smile now completely gone, making room for something far more cold and dangerous.
ββ lie to me.β He continued, stepping β
β’Rowan had just a second climbed through his bedroom window and threw his own bag. Down along with two others. Hiding them under his bed only to quickly raise to his feet when his door opened.
He turned and shut his window before turning to his dad, looking guilty but --