JARED'S POV
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"It started when I was seventeen,", "No, that's impossible," Camilla snorts, shaking her head, refusing to accept what I'm telling her. "Camilla, it started when I was seventeen." I repeat, making it clear that's when it started, and I could see that she's refusing to believe me, her eyes show it. "I wasn't hanging out with other friends. I was a drug dealer." I explain, and her eyes just widen as she stares at me agape. "I played chess with this old man," I smile at the thought of Uncle Felix, he was a fierce man who didn't take any s**t.
"When? We hung out, like all the time." she frowns, "In the early mornings, sunrise...He always sat in the park, smoking a cigar while he let his dogs play."
Her lips form an O, but she doesn't make a sound. "And we talked, about hobbi
