“They’re following us, you know,” she said to me one night as we were walking home from the theatre. We’d been joking and laughing; the ice slick and our giddy fear of slip-sliding down the hill or into traffic adding a nervous edge to the dialogue.
I stopped and looked around. “What do you mean? Who?” [...]
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