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tree, his baseball cap is pulled low,

almost covering his eyes. Lifting a hand,

he waves back at me. He's dressed

casually, blue jeans, a checked shirt out

of his pants. Just a regular Joe on a

regular day. Except there is something

about him that doesn’t sit well with me.

Something that makes my insides twist

with unease.

“I don’t believe I’ve seen him around

here before.”