The Man In The Mask
I breathe in. Out. In. Out. In. Out. Heavily. I turn, to discover the man was not following me anymore. I get motion sickness as I watch about four or five cars pass by swiftly. I heave.
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I breathe in. Out. In. Out. In. Out. Heavily. I turn, to discover the man was not following me anymore. I get motion sickness as I watch about four or five cars pass by swiftly. I heave.
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