A friend

I spend the next few days on writing my novel. Each time I took a break I went to do some groceries I got back to writing right after that. I didn’t see Tom those few days, which even made me regret that I didn’t follow him the other night.

The curiosity was killing me, although I was far from being a busybody but there was something that kept drawing me to that man, like a moth being attracted to the light.

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