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    "So, tell me why you've ran away from home." I told Judith calmly.
    "Why so serious, ya p***k?" she replied.

    "Either you tell me whats going on or I'll-- "
    I stopped mid sentence by a noise at the door.

    "Whose that?" she asked.

    I looked at her and replied "If I were you I'd hide right now."
    "What why?" she jumped up.
    "That is my twin brother. He's on work out here..." I sighed.
    "Long story hide now. Because I hiding a stowaway and he won't take that lightly."

    I got up and walk to the door. I looked over my shoulder to see she was gone.
    Turning back to the door I opened it.
    "Hey John. Thanks for letting me stay tonight." my brother said as he walked in.
    "No problem Jacob. How's work?"
    "Now you know I can't talk about it." he said setting his luggage down in the
    living room.

    "I understand, CIA rules" I replied shutting the door.
    "But I can tell you I can only be here to rest. Then I have to leave
    immediately."
    "Like always." I sigh under my breath.
    "I'm sorry?" he asked.
    "I was asking if you had got in touch with our grandparents."
    "Oh. Well, yes I have. More so than usual." he shook his head, he
    always does that to hide his emotions,
    "Our granddad...
    He is pretty much living on his deathbed.
    He keeps saying 'cancer is winning this battle.'
    Grandma can't handle seeing him like that and it's hurting her.."
    .................Jacob is caught in his thoughts. You can tell he's hurting about this
    ............but he doesn't want to admit it. It's understandable cause they raised us.
    ........We lost our parents at a really young age.

    "Alright John, I have to go rest up."
    "Your bedroom is still the way it was when you left." I replied.
    He grabbed his luggage and went to his room.

    I sat back on the couch and out of no where the girl said,
    "wow, your brothers in the CIA.
    That's ******** awesome."
    I scoff, "I guess."

    "How come you have white and he had short dark brown?" she asked.
    "He dyes his hair. He never liked it."
    "My parents don't care about me..."
    "What?" I asked looking at her confused.

    "Why I ran away... My parents don't care about me."
    "Okay I understand you're a teen and they suck sometimes but-"
    "No." she interrupted me. "It's true. They're not even my real parents.."

    ............."Oh... very interesting." I looked up at the ceiling.
    "You sarcastic a*****e you're the one who asked." She replied.
    I rolled my eyes and looked at her.
    "Fine. Go on."

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