The same man
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Megan’s breath hitched. She ducked quickly behind the curtain, heart hammering in her ears. It was him. The same man from the flea market. Before she could even think, the doorbell started ringing—loud, insistent, over and over again.
Megan pressed herself against the wall, every muscle tense. Fear prickled up her spine like static electricity.
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