Chapter Eighteen
“What do monkeys eat?” Logan asked out loud.
It was the most anyone had spoken in the half an hour since we’d parked in front of my mother’s trailer. The windows were cracked, letting in the sounds of life in the trailer park. Dogs barking, babies crying, glass breaking, drunks shouting. Just like the good old days.
Luke and I were doing o…
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