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He peals out so fast, Logan thinks his tires might actually be coming off on the pavement. All that matters is getting there. Until he realizes that he doesn't know where the fuck he should be once he's at the motel. The second story seems better strategically, and if that asshole's room is on the ground floor he'll jump off the fucking balcony before he let's another person in his life down. In the end, none of his thoughts matter because as soon as he sees Ben's hand clenched so tightly on Veronica's arm, he's all adrenaline and sheer instinct.
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Dude, I know! I've just gotten to the point realizing that some people will be fuckin' leeches.