Believe me, Part 1
Anthony Padilla was walking quickly along the unusually quiet street, coughing a little at the cold air filling his lungs and stuffing his hands in his pockets. He walked with determination, knowing exactly where he was headed. The dark haired boy was looking for a certain best friend, who had gone out earlier that evening and hadn’t come back.
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