"I'm watching you," he whispers in my ear. "For him." We both know it isn't true. But as the rain falls onto the nylon of my umbrella, I contemplate the possibilities. Hours and miles, days and dreams. Loving deception, and the last thing I would ever expect. I fell for this last time, though, and I know better now. So I smile and we walk and I fall asleep with the knowledge that it isn't real. Not yet, anyway.
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