Sara nodded "I really do" she said with that same smile "That really did bring me back to being happy"
Nexon chuckled. "Happy I could help."
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Sara nodded "I really do" she said with that same smile "That really did bring me back to being happy"
Nexon chuckled. "Happy I could help."
"She's the only chance he has, use Joshua's hat. Patricia Wharton. 160 Wesley Road and Luke, do not try to find Sara." Mark saidLuke looked at MArk "W-What?!?!? You know that lady would kill me if she saw what I looked like!!" he said then sighed and took the note "But fine I'll do it for Joshua" he said "How do I find her?" he asked
Sara let go of Nexon then looked at him " You really did make me feel better" she said then kissed his cheek.
Sara chuckled too, then began to think about Wintent again. She had to block that out at the moment and went back to nexon "So has anything happened while I was gone?' she asked
"She's the only chance he has, use Joshua's hat. Patricia Wharton. 160 Wesley Road and Luke, do not try to find Sara." Mark said
"Not really," Nexon said shrugging.
Mark watched him go then went to get the dart gun, loading one and pulling a chair over to the sofa where Joshua was so he could sit to wait.Luke nodded "I understand" he said then grabbed Joshua's hat and went out and started towards where this place was.
Sara nodded "Well, let's just say I've been though a lot for the past few days" she said then looked away and sighed.
Mark watched him go then went to get the dart gun, loading one and pulling a chair over to the sofa where Joshua was so he could sit to wait.
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Patricia, Pat, was sitting on her porch with her eyes closed and a nearly empty glass of tea in her hand as she rocked the swing with one foot. She was enjoying the slow pace of her day off.(Sure)
After a long walk, he found the place that Mark had told him about.
Patricia, Pat, was sitting on her porch with her eyes closed and a nearly empty glass of tea in her hand as she rocked the swing with one foot. She was enjoying the slow pace of her day off.
Patricia startled and sat up, looking to him. She hadn't heard him approach "Yes, I am. Who are you?" She asked, setting her cup down on the tableLuke saw her and went up to the porch "Umm, are you Patricia Wharton?" he asked keeping the hate low to cover his face.