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I sank back into the seat and started to tremble. It was cold and I didn't have a coat, but I wasn't shaking because of that. I tried to pinch John so he'd come to, but it was no use.
"John, wake up!"
"This where you live?"
I was ashamed of myself because I was beginning to plead.
"Yes...please... Please just let us go. I promise we won't go over there anymore."
My mother stood on the front porch, looking annoyed, in our direction.
My mother was only concerned about my clothes. She didn't bother to ask if i was alright, if i had gotten hurt, or even if I was in trouble.
"Lorraine! Where are your clothes? Who's dress are you wearing? Where did that come from?"
My mother sent me inside while she talked to the policemen on the porch. I managed to wipe off the smeared make up and put on pajamas before she came back in.
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