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Maliea looked around nervously. Did those people know her secret? Were those people drinking coffee outside the local bristro out for her, and only waiting for her to make a wrong move, or slight turn the wrong way? It was a sickaning feeling. And still she was used to it. She had to. She got up off of her bench and headed down the street. Down the street the police were holding up traffic and checking their cards. beads of sweat started to show on her brow. she whiped them with her sleave and.....ect.

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