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 overhemd, shirt and walked to the keuken-, keuken and made myself some breakfast.I looked at my french geroosterd brood, 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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