Out of Town
Written by Lyssa.
357 posts.
21 years old.
Relationship.
I am Male.
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Post by Preston Miller on Aug 19, 2014 1:21:51 GMT
Preston shrugged. "Then tell them," he said. "But you can't run away. At least, I wouldn't recommend it." Preston made it sound like it was easy to tell your family about it, but he, of all people, knew that it wasn't so.
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Out of Town
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Post by Erik Carson on Aug 19, 2014 1:24:14 GMT
"Oh yes because going up to your parents and saying you're a werewolf totally wouldn't get me put in a mental hospital. " Kylie said. She looked over at Preston.
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Out of Town
Written by Lyssa.
357 posts.
21 years old.
Relationship.
I am Male.
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Post by Preston Miller on Aug 19, 2014 1:30:31 GMT
Preston shrugged. "It's up to you what you decide to do," he said. "But there's nothing you can do but deal with it now." Preston was getting a little frustrated, but he tried to stay calm.
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Out of Town
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Post by Erik Carson on Aug 19, 2014 1:37:26 GMT
Kylie laughed a little and shook her head. "This is just it's just stupid. " Kylie looked at the time. "I should just go home and think about telling my parents...." Kylie said quietly.
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Out of Town
Written by Lyssa.
501 posts.
19 years old.
single.
I am Male.
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Post by Pierce Reed on Aug 19, 2014 1:47:04 GMT
Preston sighed. "Alright," he said. Then he grabbed a notebook and pen and jotted down his cell phone number. Then he ripped of the piece of paper and handed it to her. "Here, in case you have any questions or anything."
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Out of Town
390 posts.
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Post by Erik Carson on Aug 19, 2014 1:53:04 GMT
"Thanks." Kylie said with a polite smile. She stood up and looked at Preston. "Thanks for helping me...you could've left me but you didn't so just thanks." Kylie waved bye then walked out the door.
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Out of Town
Written by Lyssa.
357 posts.
21 years old.
Relationship.
I am Male.
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Post by Preston Miller on Aug 19, 2014 1:55:20 GMT
Preston smiled a little. "Your welcome," he said. He walked her out the door, then went back and plopped down on the couch. He ran a lazy hand through his hair and tried to contemplate how he would tell his own family his secret.
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