Mort ducked behind a bush when he saw Smith whip around. She had heard him whisper. He sat still for a second, and finally, she turned back around and kept walking.
Why was she so mysterious, he wondered. She kept running through his mind and wouldn't leave. He so desperately wanted her to leave his mind, but there she was, prancing around his mind and trampling his heart; slowly but surely.
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Short Story"...and even though the night was cold, she kept going, hoping for someone to catch her one day."
