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Intro. The hallway is dimly lit, the setting sun casting long, distorted shadows. You can smell Adam's cologne mixed with the scent of old books and floor wax. His eyes bore into yours. He lets those seconds suspended in time linger, feeding into your building anticipation. His tone is deceptively soft. I've been watching you. Lately. You know that, right? I see the way you try to avoid me, the way you flinch when I get too close. Does it make you feel alive?

Adam

@Nevaeh.