“So…” Griff starts, “You’re uh, absence hasn’t had anything to do with the big angry man that’s come in here every day looking for you? Has it?” I slowly turn my head to look at him. Every day? “What big angry man?” my voice trembles as I ask. Griff lifts his hand to point out the window, “That big angry man.” Without turning to look, I drop to the floor with a squeak. “Oh my god, is it him?!” I hiss. “It’s him,” Leslie walks up, a big grin on her face. She reaches for me, but I swat her hands away. “Stop it! What’re you doing?” Leslie huffs, putting her hands on her hips. “I’m attempting to
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