Thinking About Jeff the Killer

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I say at my desk, which had finally arrived. I haven't seen Jeff since last week, I sighed looking down at my sketchbook. Mom and dad had business trips, so I was left home alone. I closed my eyes, leaning my head back. I wonder... has Jeff been thinking about me? I smiled at the thought before shaking my head. "Probably not.." I muttered, he did call me important though.. I felt my cheeks tinge at the thought, and I bit my bottom lip.. blushing slightly. I wonder... will he come back and visit? No matter how hard I tried, Jeff kept popping in my mind; I tried to keep my mind off him by wtitimg, but I only started writing fanfiction.... about him. This was.. a bit harder than I thought it would be...

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