“That’s probably Jason’s fault.” Hayley replied, turning on her turning signal. “Why do you say that?” I asked, furrowing my eyebrows. “Remember before we left when your mom said Jason ‘used’ to be in the military?” She reitterated. “Yeah, what about it?” I asked again, breathing out smoke. “You put a gun in that guy's hands, and all of a sudden he thinks nothing can touch him. He stopped listening to orders and began to be a risk to his platoon. His C.O decided it might be best if he was dismissed from his duties for the past year now, or, should I say, at least before we met you.” She says continuing to drive down the next street. “You’ve known me for eight months now, which means he must have been let go twelve months ago?” I say, keeping an eye on the cop car behind us. “Yeah, give or take that.” She nodded; her blue eyes kept flickering in her rearview mirror. “We are getting close to the grocery store, you think we will pull this off?” “Again, we don’t have much of a cho
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