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First Kiss
He closes the driver's door.
Lynn looks around the little house carefully and walks through the driveway, entering his hands into his pockets. He's not sure if this guy still lives here, but if anyone could help him to take the Feingold Brothers down, this guy would be one of them.
But also, time changes people.
Lynn rings the bell twice.
After a while, footsteps approaches. A pale looking, red haired woman opens the door slightly, looking at him suspiciously.
"What do you want?" she asks coldly.
"Er....does Ray Jenkins live here?"
"Who are you?" she frowns.
"My name is Lynn, an old friend of Ray. Is he here?" Lynn replies patiently.
"Oh, he's here." The woman raises her eyebrows. "But I don't think you're gonna meet him."
"Why? What's wrong?"
"You work for that secret society, don't you? Which screwed up his whole life, our life," she speaks harshly. "I don't know why you're h
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