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10 Blindfolded

Author: Zea Drew
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Date = 1 April

Jackson turns 24. So do I.

Place = San Francisco (back of a van)

Not exactly the place we were supposed to celebrate

POV - Enrique

The stench of rotten eggs, mixed with something drastically nastier — like a sewer that caught fire — claws at my nostrils and forces tears into my eyes. The air in the van is already thick, hot, and suffocating, but this new addition is like mustard gas dropped on top.

“Ug, someone is dying from the inside out,” I murmur, furiously trying to push my nose against my shoulder to block the smell, since I can’t use my hands — cable ties digging so deep into my wrists that I can feel the plastic cut.

“Oh, come on, people … seriously, who let it rip?” little Lee whines. He sounds like he’s ready to strangle someone despite being pint-sized himself. He’s the epitome of the adage ― the smallest bottles carry the most deadly poisons — a tiny guy with an enormously arrogant and reckless attitude.

And I don’t like him.

Not even a little.

The air is f
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