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First Mate Mommy?!
Jensen
I called my parents to tell them we’d moved back to town. I was biting on a bullet casing the entire time I was talking to my father. I know this wasn’t easy on our parents.
We can’t exactly tell them we killed some high school boys, so it was getting trained to be professional killers or to go to prison for thirty years or longer.
My parents were told we got a once-in-a-lifetime classified job offer. We couldn’t say what exactly it was we would do for them. Luckily, Sawyer and Nate didn’t bother to correct the lie. They were the only ones who knew most of the truth.
So, tonight is a family dinner that they have once a week on Friday nights. Dad demanded all four of us show up, no exceptions. I’m positive they missed the guys as much as they did me.
Carter, probably more so. He is the favorite of the group.
Carter was forever getting out of trouble as we were growing up, even though he was usually the one to sug
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