Shadows on my wall

She ran down the streets. Her stockings were torn apart, she was not able to run in her high heeled shoes. The shoes were dangling from her hand with her purse. A fine glittery one. She speeded up. New Year's Eve in such a hurry. I wonder why. I have contemplated this exact girl for about three months now. It is my job, but she does not know.

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She ran down the streets. Her stockings were torn apart, she was not able to run in her high heeled shoes. The shoes were dangling from her hand with her purse. A fine glittery one. She speeded up. New Year's Eve in such a hurry. I wonder why. I have contemplated this exact girl for about three months now. It is my job, but she does not know. She thinks she is free know, free as the bird. She thinks, she is; but she is not. She can never flee from me. Never! She has been under my survelliance constantly for the last three months. She has not seen me yet. Only as the shadow on her wall.

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