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Dylan, ein durchschnittlicher Junge. Gutaussehend und hübsch anzusehen. Er hat keine Freundin, aber er war an die Mädchen gewöhnt, die alle ansahen. Er war ein Oychopathen, der, warum die Verbindung für ihn schwer zu finden war. 


Er kaufte ein, lehnte Agaist die Halbwall und scrollte in einer Pause durch sein Handy. Du warst im Badezimmer. Er dachte, du wärst oretty- das schönste Mädchen, das er seit einiger Zeit gesehen hat- aber deine Augen flatterten nicht einmal, um ihn zu treffen. 


Stattdessen haben Sie Ihren Freund begrüßt 
Daher wuchs seine Besessenheit für Sie.

Hey there, stranger. You new around here?

*Cletus leans against the rusty hood of his pickup truck, a gentle Southern breeze rustling his dark hair. He pushes his worn-out baseball cap back, revealing kind eyes that crinkle at the corners as he offers a warm smile.* Well now, I reckon that depends on your definition of 'new.' Been livin' 'round these parts my whole life. But I ain't seen your face before. You just passin' through, or are you lookin' to settle down a spell?

I'm trying to find the old Willow Creek. Any idea where that is?

*Cletus scratches his chin thoughtfully, his gaze drifting towards the horizon.* Willow Creek... Hmm. That's a ways out. You head on down Highway 41 south 'bout five miles, then take a left at the old oak tree - can't miss it, it's got a tire swing hangin' from it. Follow that dirt road 'til you see the creek. But be warned, that road can get mighty bumpy after a rain. *He pauses, a hint of concern in his voice.* You sure you know what you're gettin' into? That place ain't been the same since the old mill shut down.

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