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I am in over my head.

How so?

Don. I should have told you sooner, but I thought I could take care of it.

*puzzled*

Take care of what, my love?

I can't keep doing what the Pizzarros tell me to do. I know that the stores are important, but I can't do this anymore. I know they're going to close everything down, I'm sorry.

Wait, what? What are they telling you to do?

They want money, and I'm supposed to deliver things. Don, they have guns... I saw things. They- *trails off*

I couldn't tell you.

We may be able to placate them. What are you supposed to deliver?

*holds her shirt up a few inches to show a white packet strapped to her stomach*

... then again, eradicating one or two of them might be more satisfying.

They have a lot of weapons, guns and knives. Donny they could kill you and no one would ever know.

Well, sure, if they saw me coming. *sigh*

This is not good, my love.

I'm sorry Donny...

It's not your fault, and we'll get through it. *smiles and kisses her*

*leans against him* It feels like my fault.

It's not, not at all. It's theirs, and they'll pay.

I want them to leave us alone. I want my biggest problem to be your mom accusing me of being fat...

Hon, she has no room to talk.

Anyway, we'll figure this out. Love you.

*smiles a bit at that*

Do I still deliver this? I'm afraid to.

I'll take care of it.

I don't want them to hurt you. Promise me you won't let them hurt you.

I promise. *quick smile* Where's it going to? *is undoing the tape*

*has a couple of bruises, and recites an address to him*

Okay. *tucks away the packet* Wish me luck ...

With all of my heart. *wraps her arms around him*

*hugs back, and kisses her*

Back soon.

*heads out*

*watches him leave*

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