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Creeping up

The black Jeep turned onto her street just as she backed her car out of the driveway. Her hands gripped the wheel tightly. She tried not to look in the mirror too much, but it was hard not to. The Jeep kept its distance, but it followed persistently. Every turn she made, every light she passed—it was still there, creeping up on her.
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