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She then explicitly warned me to do away with the likes of him, as she saw me as a sweet soul who deserved ‘nothing close to a beast’.
Damn it! A beast? She really did think Jake was a beast. According to the woman, Jake and his family came here a lot, some times three times a year, spending at least two weeks and even months at times. They loved the charm and serenity the town had in abundance, and it was also the town Jake's father great grandfather had grown up— so, yes, the town meant something to the family.
As I stayed with my thoughts, Jake left me to take more photos, soon going out of eye sight, the sound of him whistling getting fainter and fainter as he departed.
“Life has it for me,” I heard myself say, rubbing my palms against each other, taking long, deep breaths.
