Page 37 of Kalix

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Murder.

Murder.

Murder.

Fuck, that car was close. How fast am I even going?

Where haven’t I looked yet in town?

How many acres of woods are uncharted. How can I chart them all?

I’ll burn every fucking building and tree down if that’s what it takes to get her back to safety.

Wait, no burning. What if she’s stuck and can’t escape?

Yeah. No fire. Not yet. Not until I find Lainey.

Lainey.

Lainey.

Lainey.

My sweet little rabbit.

Where’s my helmet at?

How can I find her?

Fuck, I should have activated the tracker through the app when I had the chance. Stupid me for trying to be semi-decent and not totally invade her privacy.

Stupid.

Stupid.

Stupid.

Why does my hand hurt?

Oh yeah, I punched the wall.

Does Lainey think scars are cool?

If not, I can always get them tattooed over, or lasered, or some shit.

Lainey.

Lainey.

Lainey.

This has to be Alex’s doing, right?

No one else would dare touch what’s mine.

Alex.

Death.

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