Pt 3
I can't Take it.
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What is his Problem?
I don't know why, but I can't stop asking that question. It's getting bad though, I am getting able to sense his presence.
I was finishing an errand for Mother, delivering some letters to the post office. The trip itself was fine, I made it there, dropped them into the blue mailbox that stood there for 200 years, then l left. I felt an odd feeling up my spine. It wasn't necessarily like I was being watched, but rather an additional sensation. It felt like a smooth heat, with a bit of a snap. I wasn't sure as to what My heart was implying, so I dismissed the thought. I did feel like /i was being watched, so I reeled around, and sure enough, there he was.
