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"Always accusing me of something," Trevon whispered. He sighed and looked at the deep end of the ally. It is pitch black because of the lack of sunlight. A perfect place for hiding, and/or commiting murder. He looked back at Alyiah. "I don't believe in angels too, or anything associated with the bible. I'm not judging you if you do but keep saying that to strangers out loud, and someone is going to the home of cuckoos." He points at her.
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