Ashton walked back home as he made his way to see Angel. When he had been told about Elizabeth Cooper, the thought that Elizabeth could be Angel's age was unsettling. Thomas had told him that Elizabeth was critically ill and the thought that it could be Angel was unsettling to him. He walked back home, strolling in his oversized suit. It was exactly oversized, Ashton just liked putting on stuff that were larger than his normal large frame and that was his flex. He ran his fingers through his unruly curly hair as he walked. He could tell that the roads were becoming lonelier. One of the shittiest facts about this area where he lived was that it was a rough neighbourhood. There were constant fights and robbery and dare he say killings that one would think this was some slum black neighbourhood. But in contrast, this was a purely white neighbourhood, just that they did lots of drugs and shit. He walked along the way, casually holding his briefcase in his hand.
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