Jack Thurlow
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Jack was sitting at his window, smoking a cigarette. He was at his mom’s house, since his dad died. Jack didn’t really care or show any emotion about it, he never showed emotion about anything, not once. He looked at the house besides his mom’s houses. A new girl.
He looked at the girl, she was pretty, but he didn’t show any emotion. He gave her a quiet wave, taking a drag of his cigarette.