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“You know we’re just running away, right?” Lance said from his position behind the steering wheel.
Chris rolled his eyes, leaning against the window. “Of course we are, dumbass. That’s like the entire point of going to a tropical island, running away. It’s why they exist, so bored pop stars with nothing to do can escape their tragic lives and go pretend they can even conceive of a life where people don’t know your face when you walk down the street.” More… »