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With him, I'm willing to give a piece of myself up, let him help me figure out who's hiding under everything she's tried to cover up for so long. Paper after paper goes into the trash bag that I'm going to run by the shredder we use where I work. I don't even know why he's kept most of this stuff. My goal today is to get the desk completely clean. It's a great desk, but it does nothing for Trick, and it looks nothing like him either. I have a plan, but it'll only work if he agrees.

I look down when my phone vibrates. Elecguit: WE ARE HERE DUDE BROOO!! Drumbob: one, dudebro still sounds shit. Two: THE TRASH CAN JUST VIBRATED Drumbob: I mean I heard a vibrating sound. Imagine trash vibrating lol that would feel good Elecguit: wait does that mean you are inside the big trash can? AllAboutThatBass: Bobert, you're disgusting. Aust, that sounds stupid. Drumbob: YO THE TRASH KEEPS VIBRATING DUDES!

[PASS 1/7: WRITING ZERO-BYTES TO BLOCK 0x0001-0x0FFFF] [PASS 1/7: COMPLETED] [PASS 2/7: WRITING RANDOM FIXED PATTERN Inside the black box, the internal controller let out a high-pitched, faint buzz—a tiny, electronic scream as the sector heads began to systematically punch random noise into the wedding photos, the calendar items, the recorded conversations, and the stolen metadata. The data was being flattened, turned into an incomprehensible soup of binary static that no forensic lab in the world could ever reassemble.

[File Locked: Unauthorised access forever. [Self Destruct in 15 hrs, 35 mins, 10 secs] [9 secs…] [8 secs…] [7 secs…]

Sehrize returns the contents of her head that went too far. TBC.

In that order. XXX

Well, I was expecting for that. “This bone-headed punk doesn’t understand a thing.” Domero, who was behind Sanchez, said between his laugh. Sanchez took a deep breath and surpassed himself from laughing, “I already told you. I threw it in the trash bin.” “Where? Where trash bin?” I desperately asked. “Next to De Vera's locker.” He replied as he pointed the trash bin that he was talking. I followed his finger that was pointing at the trash bin next to Hannah's locker. For a minute, I was stunned when a possibility crossed my mind that sounded so impossible. My heart race as I thought of going there but another part of me is trying to stop me.

“Hey trash can ! Missed me ?” * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

I scroll and she is opening a new store in LA. I smirk at this, well it looks like tesoro mio is finally home. I just need to get close to her and maybe, just maybe, she will remember me. I quickly login to my social media account and follow both pages. Her personal page is public. I scroll through and hit the heart icon. When new pictures and videos are uploaded.