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Julie’s story continues.
Pulled into the driveway. Another car was there, parked crooked. There was enough space for my little car. I parked beside it. Walking past the front, I felt the hood. It was cool but for the sun heating the paint. The house looked quiet; the curtains were drawn in the front room. I rang the doorbell and waited.
It wasn’t that I was early, but I wasn’t late either. My being here at this time was all Tabby’s fault. I was nervous, waiting at this front door, again.
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