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JASON

Sometimes, you never know how much you mean to people until you are lost. Well, maybe 'lost' isn't the right word to describe the feeling, but, whatever, it makes sense to sometimes go under the radar just to know whether your life counts for the right reasons.

Valle de Guadalupe was the place.

"It will cost you a lot of money to get to New Jersey from here, and I don't have any money on me," Mr Alvarez had said to me.

I didn't give a fuck how it happened, but I just wanted to get back home to my family that night. I didn't think it was safe out there, and I did not want to put the lives of Mr Alvarez and his life, Alice, at risk. So, I tried to bargain with him.

"I don't have any money on me, but, see," I said, pulling off the only asset I had on me. It was an old gold necklace my grandfather had given to me the day I turned eighteen. I don't know what it's worth now, but I hope it's worth my safety. "Here, take it, it's all yours, if you can let me use your vehicle