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Location: Bus heading to Indianapolis, Indiana
June 21, 1984

I was seated on their leather sofa. I was dripping wet and I was shivering. The rain washed off my dirty hair and the dirt from my body. But the blood was still there. The three of them stared at me weirdly with their arms crossed. "Are you..okay?" the one with black hair asked me softly. I stayed quiet. I don't know who they are. 

"What's your name?" the other one asked. I don't know what to say. Who are these people? They just brought me in here and are asking me these questions. They almost ran me over as well. The air in here is too cold. 

"Maybe we should introduce ourselves and then maybe she'll open up to us." the black haired added. The other two slowly nod. "Okay, then..well I'm Richie." he said. 

He then pointed to the left

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He then pointed to the left. "I'm Alec."
He kindly smiled. He also looked a bit older than the other two, it was strange. The one on the far left looked a bit dozed off.

Alec swatted him on the shoulder and he snapped awake

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Alec swatted him on the shoulder and he snapped awake. "Jon, introduce yourself."

"Oh, hi I'm a burglar, here to steal your heart!" he closed one of his eyes and then opened it with a crooked smile

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"Oh, hi I'm a burglar, here to steal your heart!" he closed one of his eyes and then opened it with a crooked smile. But it quickly faded with rolling eyes. Was I suppose to laugh? I was confused. What is wrong with him? 

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