If you haven't read part 19, do so here. Or you can start from the beginning.It's Sunday. The library is closed. I'm clearing tables at the coffee shop when then hair on the back of my neck rises. My hands pause before I think—the lunch rush demands that I collect dishes and wipe tables in haste—and I look out the window. I tell myself that not every black limousine in the city belongs to Mr. Hale. Despite this, my fingers fumble the cups and saucers and my heart rate increases.
It might not be him. It isn't him.It can't be him.
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You're such a tease. I don't care that I've already this story, that's just mean :)
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