I place my hand protectively over my handbag as I look over my shoulder and squint into the shadows. No matter how hard I look I can't find him but that's not unusual. I don't need to see him to know he's there. He's always there.
This was good! I imagined you would be creative, and I'm not sure how much of this may stem from experience, or it might just be total fiction. But I'm guessing there's a little bit of experience in everything we write, eh.
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*applauds*
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