Wearing the wrong clothes
Becky quickened her steps once more. At this point, she was almost jogging, which looked awkward to people she passed. She had a warm winter coat on and held two heavy leather bags filled with rattling stuff in her hands. She wasn’t exactly clothed for a workout, but Becky didn’t care. She longed for the safe environment of her home, and she wanted to leave the intrusive man in her rearview mirror.
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