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"What do you have planned for him?"
The question was low enough that I, the recipient of the question heard it, and mixed with the rustling of trees so un-intending ears could not hear, unless they were very zoned in on us anyway.
"I don't know what you are talking about." I respond. Zooming by Erin as a subtle attempt to say I was not discussing the human thief so early in the morning.
He was by my side in a second, like I didn't just leave him behind.
"You do and you won't be able to escape this conversation."
When I rolled out of bed this morning, I made a deal with myself, I was supposed to go as long as i could without any of my thoughts straying to the person shackled in the cell. I was doing so well until he drew my attention to him. I only thought of him twenty times in thirty minutes. Such a shame that I was going to start thinking about him every single second now, the deal was off.
