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11

Luke

Doing another round of the race, I saw one of my neighbors walking and because we weren't that close, he didn't see me. Patrick! Nothing against him, but there was something strange about him that I couldn't describe, something that perhaps many didn't see. Although he had a calm demeanor, he didn't appear violent, his look was sinister, which made me feel a sense of agony, but perhaps I was wrong, as he was talking to a pre-adolescent boy, about 12 years old at the most. . He wasn't in any awkward situation, he looked like he wanted to buy one of the boy's cookies.

I took a deep breath, filling my chest with air, wanting to be more resilient in the run and with each step I took I got closer to my neighbor. Running a few more meters, he looked at me, making it clear that he recognized me, but his smile disappeared. I raised my hand, wanting to be nice, but he quickly looked away, turning his back on me and started walking, moving away from the boy

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