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I could barely make out his silhouette shooting and ducking to avoid getting shot.
He threw me his phone, which I dropped and then struggled to grab, his voice a whisper. "Call Cade, now." he said. I narrowed my eyes at him. How did he know Cade? I had questions. Why didn't he seem freaked out when I told him about the murder? No, scratch that, why didn't he seem worried when I talked to the cops? I wonder if he was nervous that I would somehow get him into trouble. Because by then it was clear that he wasn't just Matt, my gay friend. It was Matt, my gay and criminal friend.
"Girl!" he whispered loudly at me, nudging me to snap me out of my thoughts. I couldn't say anything and just used his
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