He looks confused, divided on keeping his eyes on the road, and on me. “Miss Woods, he told me to dispose of them, there was nothing I could do.” He defends himself. “Then if I go through the trouble of getting new papers, does that mean that you are going to get them signed?” I ask. He opens his mouth to speak, but he sighs instead. “He is going to kill me,” “Well, if you don't do it, I'm going to kill you too.” I mutter. Our conversation ends immediately and I look out of the window. “Wait, wait, wait, I need to fill up my tank! I have to go to work tomorrow.” He pulls up just in time in the gas station. “Don't worry, Miss, I have my card here and I can–” “Don't even think about it!” I hiss. I grab my card and step out myself. I pump the gas while Brandon sits uncomfortably in the car. I look at the huge shirt that Erus gave it me. It smells like him, and it's almost intoxicating. It also makes a good makeshift dress for me…I pay, get back into the car, and we resume th
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