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“No?” It was clear Joseph didn’t believe him. Young people Lucien’s age didn’t wander around Church property without supervision with good intent.

“Most people don’t wander around the back of the church at this hour.”

    _{❝Look, I have as much of an idea to what’s going on here as you do. Someone told me to meet them back here, so here I am.} OBVIOUSLY, _{if whoever it was doesn’t show up, I’ll fuck right off. Do you like harassing kids on what they do in their free time? Just give me five minutes.❞}

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“Who was supposed to meet you behind the church?”

    _{❝Beats the hell outta me. Left a sticky note on my locker.❞ oh, no.} THAT _{guy. Great. Hopefully whatever shitbag person set him up didn’t INTEND for this to happen. Wouldn’t stop him from beating whoever it was up, regardless.}

    _{❝If you think I’m here to try anything, you’re dead wrong, Mr. Christiansen.❞}

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“Lucien! How thoughtful of you to bring…” he paused, peering down at the bag the youth was clearly trying to hide. “–oregano!”

    _{❝Yup. Was thinking about making pasta when I get home tonight,❞ he knows you’re onto him, old man. Casually, he slips the bag of what was} CLEARLY NOT MARIJUANA _{into his pocket. He’ll deal with that later, for now, though, he has to get Joseph off his back. God, was he praying that Joseph would make this easy for him. Turning, he looks back up at Joseph, clearly uncomfortable in that angsty-teen sort of way.}