Walking

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On the way home, Rose's head was full.

Full of thinking and wondering and worries.

Questions that probably never will be answered.

Who was he? How did he know my name?

Rose tripped on a rock, and fell.

She was bleeding from her knee and had a small cut on her wrist.

She turned around and there.

The mystical man from the shop.

He stood on the street corner and looked at me.

Relaxed.

Almost too relaxed.

And suddenly, he just turned around an walked away.

He walked into somethings that looked like a?

Like a big blue box thing?

It stood police public call box on it.

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