*Pryce's Point of View*
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I am in a place that I shouldn't be. Clarkson Park. And it's already 7:10 in the evening.
I'm inside of my car deciding if I should go out or not. Well, who the hell knows what's out there? Maybe that freak was just making fun of me or she wants to murder me. Why did I decide to go in here after all? It's just so stupid of me.
But then, I chose to open my door and bring with me a baseball bat, just in case of an emergency. And, I left the engine of the car running so that there will be lights in the headlights of my car. Why is there no light around here now?
This place was supposed to be so busy. I still remember when I was still a kid, we used to visit this place at least once a month. That was when my mother was still with us. I miss you so much, Mom.
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