Prologue/Bradley

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Bradley had been watching the kind, young, shop clerk for a while now. He had first seen her exiting the school on the last day he took his sister. She had been laughing with her friends and the wind was wiping her light brown hair into her face. Now from his crouched position behind the store's dumpster all he could see was the lights reflecting her golden brown eyes. His overwhelming feeling of attraction toward her was starting to become concerning. She reminded him of the lost great love of his youth, she had to be his, and if he couldn't have her he would make sure no one else could.

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