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The police escorted us home.
As we rolled up to the shop, I was never happier to see my home.
We waved to the police as they drove away.
“Who wants something to eat?” I asked, running up the steps.
“Last one in has to cook,” Destiny said, following me.
Footsteps ran down the sidewalk.
Destiny pulled my coat. She uttered a cry, pointing down the street.
A black man in glasses, a black pea coat, and earmuffs waved at us.
I recognized him from before. He was the one who chased Destiny and me down the street earlier today.
“You!” Destiny said.
I held her back and stepped forward.
“Who are you?” I asked.
The man doubled over, panting. He motioned for us to stop.
“Please, don't…don't run away…”
From the looks of him, he was maybe a couple years older than Destiny and Darius.
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