A loud thump reverberated around the pink wooden porch as Dillon dropped his trash bag and knocked on the door. When nobody answered for a minute, he pulled a cigarette out and rang the doorbell instead. As he walked over to sit in one of the white wicker porch chairs, he saw he only had five left. Damn, he'd been a chimney lately. Luckily, he had a few more packs in his drawstring bag that he bought when he stopped for gas. The click and creak of the front door made him whip his head around. Ethan came out, Chloe close behind. The second she saw Dillon, she sprinted over t
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