Jesse pushed his bike down the dark street, towards the small hill that leads down into the park. At night, he can always picture someone's sihlouette emerging from behind a tree. It feels as if the possibilities of it happening were doubled, considering how real his situation was. He looks up at a street lamp, just before descending into the slightly forested area. As he passes through the darkness, feeling it wash over him like a silk sheet. He kept thinking about
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