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Chapter 8- Rapunzel And Flynn

Once we were upstairs, I wasted no time in taking out my tye dye patterned duffel bag and Dad's dark blue one from the storage room, for Lukas.

"I'll get my stuff from here, then we'll head over to your place. You can use this duffel. Then we find the car and get the hell out of here," I said, while rooting around in my drawer for my charger and power bank.

"What are you taking?"

"I'm gonna pack a few changes of clothes and basic essentials, money, and the rest will be as much food that can fit inside the bag."

"Good idea. But be quick. Also see if you can keep some sort of weapon, like a knife," he added.

Since when were either of us such experts at runaway packing? Does this even count as running away?