I paused, peeking out the window facing the street from my desk. I felt as though someone was coming and I was right, I soon learned as I saw your car jerk to a sudden halt on the edge of the road. As much as I hated to admit it, you were quite the driver, even if I was scared for my life each time I stepped into your vehicle. It was a shining black Thunderbird. And you stepped out of it, immediately heading for my antique shop as though you were automatically pointed here. I sighed and looked back down at my work, trying to seem busy as you opened the shop door with a jingle of the bell. "What is it now?" I questioned, looking over.
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