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"Dylan, he's escpaed juvie. What makes jail so different?" She asked. |
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Dylan Montgomery - "Hes going into a high security jail because of his record. Hes in the middle of a dessert, 3 days walk out to anything and the only truck that comes close to it is the food delivery every two weeks and is driven by four officers. He's not going anywhere," Taylor added. |
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"I still feel filthy." Lilith stated. |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan cocked his head. "What do you mean, darling?" |
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Dylan Montgomery - Taylor waved goodbye and their friends filed out so they could talk. "What do you mean by filthy?" Dylan asked again. |
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"Nothing, Dylan. Forget about it." She stated. |
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"Lil, this only works if you tell me what's going on," |
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"Nothing, Dylan. Just don't feel good." She stated. |
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Dylan pursed his lips together. "Fine." He muttered, letting her go and standing up. He plopped down in the chair next to her bed, scrolling through his phone, a bit irritated with her. |
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