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He didn’t honestly expect to escape
He got slammed in jail for who knows how long
he just meant to break a few bones. The death was an accident. Coincidental
tried to spot someone wealthy
homeless. No way would Jackson be taking food out of their mouths
two packet sof prepackaged
let alone ht city.
at the most. But no
and throat. But it
in there. And alone.
Solidarity was golden
in there. And alone.
pulled the man into the shadows
Without thinking, Jackson did stop
"It’s an honor. A real honor. Someone with fine civic virtue such as yourself-"
A part of him was surprised when he had found himself outside again, out of the small white cell, away from sneering, tattooed criminals couldn't remember the feeling of sun on their face. [period] Somebody like Jackson didn’t belong in their “juvenile” detention center anyway.
It’s not like he actually meant to kill the guy.
He turned his face to the sky and savored his solidarity. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been alone.
He moved silently closer to the tent, staying close to the line of office buildings, blackened from pollution.
Emma had found the guy unconscious, lying in an alley between two buildings.
Though the wound had sealed before she had arrived, she had a pretty no idea where it could have come from.
What had she gotten himself into?
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