I saw you when you stood there fumbling with the parking meter. You were nervous—very nervous. I could tell by the way you kept looking over your shoulder. I knew it was all because of what you’d heard people saying about me—which is weird considering we grew up right next to each other. Then again, even though you’d technically known of me for most of your life, your point of reference was primarily built on news clips and idle chatter from your carpool group every time you passed me on Interstate 85. Yes, I know.
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