Timothy
"Oh my god, someone's breaking into your car!" My head whipped around to look out the window. The little beat up truck was being tugged at by a boy wearing a white T-Shirt, old blue jeans and combat boots. His blonde hair was cut short. A mischievous grin spread onto my lips as Sophie stared at me. "He's breaking into your car!" She repeated. I nodded, nonchalantly watching him skillfully dip a screwdriver into the keyhole of my truck.

"Timothy is back," I chuckled.

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