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A'S
I was being watched, the s
heart. At twenty-five, I had built a life that looked perfect from the outside
control had b
nto the door, as though someone stood just out of sight. Once, I caugh
d, there was
. Long hours. T
e half-empty and slick with rain. A street lamp flicker
I fel
was watc
and slow
e his face clearly, but his eyes caught the light, a faint,
ammed again
?" I asked, my
slightly, as if m
he wa
, snapping me b
I ans
next month!" she said, excitement sha
cour
ed. "Everyone will ask why you're still s
A stranger watching me... and
pping my fingers against my bag. As the doors closed, my thoughts drif
en watc
t a memory surfaced, the man at the coffee shop last week, t
l ache. Inside my apartment, I checked the windows, drew the
ate for distraction. Hours blurred together unti
ulled m
was there again, closer this time. His eyes locked o
and hovering inches f
rs touched, the
om felt too quiet. I hugged my teddy, telling mysel
hausti
warm breath near my ear, a whi
p claimed
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