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*Ethan POV* Mikas screams were echoing through my head. All the arguments we've ever had, and little mishaps were rattling my brain. 'You mean nothing to anyone' 'You are mine let me love you' 'Leave you disgusting rat!'
The wind was blowing exceptionally hard today. I found some charcoal left by some random camper who probably regretfully thought camping in this lonesome part of L.A. was a good idea. Not thinking much of it I stuffed it in my pocket in case I needed to cook food. Seeing shelter behind a trash bin a find a cardboard box to make my small temporary home into. Curling up like old times I realize I could write on a sign with the charcoal I still had in my pocket. Not wanting to waste a perfectly good charcoal piece I lightly mark a sign worthy cardboard piece, use sticks to hold it in place in the ground, shove it inside the ground close to a road where my box was also. Praying that someone would read that sign saying 'Got kicked out of gf's house, starving, in box, anything would help. Thanks and god bless you'. 
                          
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Pool time 4 me! Peace! Love u.