

Clare looked at the ceiling "why does no one care to talk?" she asked herself, she had been kicked out of her home at the age of 16 and now lived alone, she worked at a restaurant, and cleaned tables for a living. She always called Eric for rides. Clare pet her cat, mocha
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Eric looked at the clock "well I should hit the sack" he murmured to himself and his dog, hunter. With a sigh, Eric locked hunter in his kennel and headed for bed