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He knew her from somewhere, he was just having trouble remembering from where. Justin stared at the young girl sitting across from him in the bus seat. He knew she could not be more than seventeen, maybe eighteen if he was remembering her birthday correctly, though to look at how she was dressed you would have thought that she was much older than her years. She wore a slutty red dress that just barely covered her butt and hung super low in the front to show off her not fully developed womanly assets.
He could not help but wonder what had put her in the position she was in now. Justin had already noticed the older man who was hanging all over her while she was pretending to be interested in what he was saying. His eyes slowly met hers as she turned her head to escape the kiss the older gentleman was trying to lay on her lips. As she looked at him there seemed to be a small sense of recognition in her amber brown eyes.
Before Justin could think twice or even stop the words from coming out of his mouth he was speaking. In a hissing breath that just barely escaped his lips he looked dead at her and spoke her name, “Anna Marie?”
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