Aug 21, 2016
he's been running around the camp for a while, ditching the authorities schedule . . . until he sees a familiar face a few meters away. if his sneakers could screech like tires on asphalt, they would. he slows down and jogs in place to contain the buzz of energy in his veins. ❝ —— aster, if clarisse passes by and asks about me, tell her you didn't see me, okay ? i wasn't here ! no trace at all. uh, long story . HA - ha . . . . quick, help me hide —— ! ❞
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