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AMIR

I spent the night thinking about her, the way her face had gone pale when she saw me outside the shop, the fear in her eyes mixed with something deeper.

She didn't know what to make of me yet, but that was fine.

Fear was good.

It would keep her on edge, make her more aware of me.

I wasn't just anyone to her now.

I had made myself known, stepped out of the shadows.

She couldn't ignore me anymore.

And I knew she was thinking about me, too. 

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