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A confession

The man hesitated, then nodded, saying he had to come clean about something. “I’ve been following you since before you got to the park,” he admitted. His words sent a shiver down her spine. So, that feeling she had before was correct. Eyes were watching her; it was him. But why? Jennifer opened her mouth to respond, but he interrupted, pulling a small package from his tattered backpack.
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