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“Who was that from?” Amelia asked

I glanced down at her as she rested her head on my shoulder

“Why couldn’t I have come up with that?” I questioned, and she didn’t answer Apparently I wasn’t poetic “Carl Sandburg But I butchered it”

It was one of my favorite poems because it was the only one that adequately described what it was like to be from this city The love/hate relationship we all had, the relief we felt to leave, and the relief we felt to co to kill us, and ere always fighting to live anyway If you could survive here, you could survive anywhere That was the lesson I had learned

“Amelia, we’re here,” Austin said when the car came to a stop

She didn’t move

“Amelia”

Sighing, she sat up, her face whipping back to rabbed my face, hers only inches from me

“I don’t understand everything I know you’re about to do so I don’t care what it is Just be safe, you hear me?”

Damn, I loved her “Loud and clear”

Nodding, she grabbed her purse, sliding out of the car I didn’t want to bring her at all, but she wasn’t having it, and so the best I could do was make her promise to stay in a hotel while I head back “home”

“Daniel, you’ll be staying with her,” I said to hiot out of the car as well

Austin and I exited on the saer door open and went around to the driver’s side Luckily, since we had lied about where ere going to be on Twitter this e the moment someone found out

Plus, we had chosen an old black Honda, so that wouldn’t stick out much to drive in

“How ?” I asked him when I sat down