Observing Once Again
A man sitting in a nondescript, average sedan swiped at his hair that fell across his forehead. He still hasn’t gotten used to the salt and pepper look that he keeps his hair at. Not his first choice, but it has worked perfectly to avoid recognition. But right now, his annoyance wasn’t with his hair. It was with what he was seeing through some apartment windows. The doctor man keeps his blinds partially open. Enough for some light coming in and mostly maintaining privacy. But at night he sometimes forgets to shut them all the way. So when there’s a lamp on giving a light source from the corner of the room, it is quite easy to get the majority of the view from a certain spot in the parking lot. He sat in his driver’s seat with crossed arms while he ground his teeth. He was not at
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