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Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Before the car pulled into the driveway I knew whoever was inside had a hold on me.
“Is that a new one?” Greg slid off the trunk of my car and started stretching for our run.
“Guess so.” I shrugged.
The car pulled along the sidewalk and the man driving got out.