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The future is never set in stone, you may think your future is going one route but then one choice changes everything. One decision can change everything in people's lives, even the people not involved. One night can change everythin...
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Chapter Five 🐺 The Tell 🐺
Sawyer sat in the back seat of a police car with Anakin laying next to her and a bag of food in her hand. Up front was her father in the driver seat and Stiles in the passenger seat searching through a bag of food.
"Did they forget my curly fries?" Stilinski asked and Sawyer shook her head as she gave Anakin a piece of a burger. "You're not supposed to eat fries. Especially the curly ones." She said, making his father look at her through the rearview mirror with raised eyebrows. "I am carrying a lethal weapon. If I want the curly fries, I will have the curly fries." He said and Stiles looked at him.
"If you think getting rid of contractions in your sentences makes your argument any more legitimate, you are wrong." Stiles but before Stilinski can respond, the radio buzzes to life.
"Unit One, do you copy?"
Stiles reached out to grab the CB but his father smacked his hand away and gave him a look, making Stiles shy away. "Unit One, copy." Stilinski replied, "Got a report of a possible 187." The person replied, making Sawyer and Stiles both quickly look at their father with wide eyes, both having food in their mouths.
