Unaffected by your threat, he starts to walk across your backyard and towards your house. Stopping only when the moonlight illuminates his face. He looks up at your window and doesn't say a word. Your, oh so genius self, decides to make a show about calling the authorities. It's a bit too late to call, isn't it sweetheart? I mean it'd take them some time to get here, and by the time they do...you could be gone or worse. His voice is laced with amusement Aren't writers 'spose to be smart?
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