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Chapter 1
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AJ pulls up to his mail box hoping he had gotten the package he had been waiting for.
"Damn," AJ said under his breathe seeing he didn't recive his package. He sat in his
Mercedies-Benz sifting through his mail finding a unfamilar return address he opened the
envelope geting out of his car. The letter read:
"AJ,
Hi, hows it hangin?? I bet your wondering how I got your address. Well I was driving
and I saw you walking outside a week ago. Anyways, I was just writing to you to say
thankyou for getting me thought all of my hard times and because I was looking thought a
poem book and I found a poem that reminded me of you."
Before he finished the letter he went inside for a more comfortable place in his
black leather couch. He unfolded the letter and started to read the poem.
"DRESSED TO KILL
When you're going on the town
You're always dressed to kill
Women look you up and down
To get that extra thrill
You provide the target
You've got ammunition
Shopping in our market
With one sole ambition
And when you make their move
They feel the melt inside
Knowing they must prove
There're going for the ride
Well so long buster
I must be on my way
Though I may be flustered
The sun shines everyday
Now don't get me wrong
I'll never bear ill will
It's just to sing my song
I'm always dressed to kill
I just thought that you would love that poem and it reminded me of you. Well I'll
let you go so you can go back to your busy life.
Peace Huggs & Kisses
Love Rheanna"
AJ then folded the note back up. He walked into his kitchen to find something to
eat but he couldn't get the poem out of his head or the smell of the purfume sprayed on
the letter. He walked out the the living room to where he had put the letter on the coffee
table picked it up to see the address.
1678 se 269th st
Kissimmee, Fl, 32801
"Man," AJ thought to him self, "I know where that is." AJ walked out to his car
got in and drove off. About ten minutes later he pulled up to a white house with a light
yellow trim. He steped out of his car making sure that that was the correct house. He saw
a yellow jeep wrangler in the drive way with the weirdest things in it like a hula dancer,
glow-in-the-dark stars around the windows, and a licence plate that read "Rhea," AJ
quietly laughed to him self at the sight of this. He walked up to the front door and rang
the door bell.
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