I woke up that morning with the memory of my father and the forest I burned.I haven't had that dream ever since I started to do good.Well,I might as well ignore the memory.Wait is that...blood on my fingers?It''s not mine I know that for sure.Why is there blood on my shirt?Ok,Red,don't panic now just change it,everything is fine.I changed my shirt and walked to the kitchen and made myself some breakfast.I looked at my french toast and realized I wasn't hungry.Weird.I heard a knock on my door,and I knew it was my friend,Monae.
"Come in!"I shouted.
I heard the door open and then close,her foot...
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