“Where did you go?”  Anna was reading a book when I returned.  She asked too many questions.  Far too many.  Placing the bags on my table, I put my jacket on the chair.  “By the way, these books are boring.  Is there any way that you could find one that had a bit of romance in it?” 
Grinding my jaw together, I wondered how quick I could shut her up.  If I showed her what I bought, it would guarantee her talking.  “What happened to being quiet?”  She shrugged, putting the book on the bedside table then watching me.  That was becoming uncomfortable.  I’m someone who hides from people.  Staying in the shadows where I can do my business and stay out of their daily lives.  Reaching into a bag, I tossed the item...

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