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Winters in Willoughby were beyond cold. The leaves were like thin glass cracking easily behind Norman as he hurried to make curfew. Norman started to sense an uneasiness. He had promised to be indoors by 10:30 at the boarding house and was on schedule but he just couldn't shake that feeling that something, or someone was following him.
Charlie Ann was devastated by the revelation that she shared blood with the smug Artie. Instantly, she was overcome with a strange feeling. Nausea? Dizziness? Anxiety? Perhaps a combination of each.
Screeching to a stop, Selwyn Moss glanced over his shoulder in time to catch the annoyed gaze from the driver in the next lane. He snapped his head forward, attempting to avoid eye contact with the man.
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