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       Runaway
       By: BigBossJay Date: May 12, 2019, 10:34 am
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       Denise stepped off the airplane and immediately held her camera
       to her face, starting the next segment of her vlog.
       Denise. Okay, Lovelies, I have finally landed in Carver City,
       Texas. It's a gorgeous city from what I can see already. I'm
       gonna grab my bags, get to my hotel, and then I'll check in with
       you guys from there. Love you.
       She ended the segment just as her phone began to ring. She
       hesitantly checked the caller ID and let out a small sigh when
       she seen her aunt Michelle's name. She answered with relief.
       Denise. Hi, Aunt Michelle.
       Michelle. You make it?
       Denise. I did. It's just as beautiful as you said. How are you
       feeling?
       Michelle. What did I tell you?
       Denise chuckled.
       Denise. Okay, Auntie.
       Denise grabbed her bag from the baggage claim and took off
       walking.
       Michelle. Did you decide on the move yet?
       Denise. Carver City is the last place for me to check out. Then
       I'll decide from there.
       Michelle. You'll love it. Eric loved playing there for the
       season we were there.
       Denise climbed into her rental car with a sigh.
       Denise. He called me. Again.
       Michelle. What? What did you do?
       Denise. I hung up. He called from an unknown number and he
       called my work phone, knowing I have to answer that one.
       Michelle. Oh my God.
       Denise shook her head.
       Denise. He's a psychopath.
       Michelle. At least you're getting far far away from him.
       Denise. Exactly.
       After more small talk, Denise pulled into the parking lot of her
       hotel. She began gathering her bags and headed inside.
       Denise. Auntie, I'm about to check in. I'll call you tonight,
       okay?
       Michelle. Okay, sweetie. Love you.
       Denise. Love you, too.
       She hung up.
       ??. Small world.
       She paused and her eyes darted to her right before seeing the
       grinning face of somebody she almost didn't recognize. She
       smirked and slowly walked to him, eyes scanning his arms in the
       tank top he was wearing.
       Denise. You look rather different without handcuffs around your
       wrists, Mr. Jones.
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