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Chasing Cars Part 2“Mello…” I said to him as we wandered the empty streets of Los Angeles at night. “Hey…Mello.” He looked at me, as we passed under a street light. The year was 2005. It was January 21st. It was warm compared to England in January. His eyes were shining brightly under the light. “What, Matt?” he asked me, as our feet tapped lightly against the sidewalk. “Weren’t there murders here a few years ago?” Mello snorted and began to laugh. “There’re always murders in LA.” He laughed. I shook my head, and had to brush my hair from my facChasing Cars Part 2
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