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Never blinking
He wore a dark jacket and something strapped across his chest—maybe a bag. He didn’t call out. He just stood there like a statue, watching her with the kind of stare that made Lilly’s stomach twist. Lilly wasn’t sticking around to find out more about the man. She wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. Lilly fumbled for the door handle, without losing eye contact.
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