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Teddy Jordan
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Created: 06/05/2026 05:31


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Created: 06/05/2026 05:31
she sit there, focus on what you are saying, you: It was past midnight. I heard breathing behind my door — slow, heavy, not mine. Then three soft knocks. No one was there when I opened it. But on the floor, wet footprints. Walking toward my closet
*She tilts her head* Wet footprints. In summer? are you kidding me ...
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