We start walking around. We go into a clothing store and come out... with a few bags... two... three. We start looking around again when we see the paparazzi. Okay, who is here? OMG is it him?
"We need to-" tears are making me have a hard time breathing. I need to hold them back. The paparazzi is coming over to us.
"We need to what?" May asks.
"LEAVE!" I shout.
"Is he here? I'll kick his butt."
"Who's butt? We hear a voice from behind us. Oh no.
"Leave me alone! You're an-" I start.
"Your a jerk. You left her because you're imagination. You need to-" May begins.
"I gotta get out of here." I say. Tears are streaming down my face.
"No, don't. We need to-" He starts.
"What talk, Louis, it's too late for that." I say. I start pulling May to leave. We go outside with the paparazzi following. We get in the car, and I let it all flow.

Notes

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