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"
It
’
s
harder
than
it
should
be
-
keeping
track
of
you
.
Usually
I
can
find
someone
very
easily
,
once
I
’
ve
heard
their
mind
before
.
"
He
looked
at
me
anxiously
,
and
I
realized
I
had
frozen
.
I
made
myself
swallow
,
then
stabbed
another
ravioli
and
tossed
it
in
.
"
I
was
keeping
tabs
on
Jessica
,
not
carefully
-
like
I
said
,
only
you
could
find
trouble
in
Port
Angeles
-
and
at
first
I
didn
’
t
notice
when
you
took
off
on
your
own
.
Then
,
when
I
realized
that
you
weren
’
t
with
her
anymore
,
I
went
looking
for
you
at
the
bookstore
I
saw
in
her
head
.
I
could
tell
that
you
hadn
’
t
gone
in
,
and
that
you
’
d
gone
south
.
.
.
and
I
knew
you
would
have
to
turn
around
soon
.
So
I
was
just
waiting
for
you
,
randomly
searching
through
the
thoughts
of
people
on
the
street
-
to
see
if
anyone
had
noticed
you
so
I
would
know
where
you
were
.
I
had
no
reason
to
be
worried
.
.
.
but
I
was
strangely
anxious
.
.
.
"
He
was
lost
in
thought
,
staring
past
me
,
seeing
things
I
couldn
’
t
imagine
.
"
I
started
to
drive
in
circles
,
still
.
.
.
listening
.
The
sun
was
finally
setting
,
and
I
was
about
to
get
out
and
follow
you
on
foot
.
And
then
-
"
He
stopped
,
clenching
his
teeth
together
in
sudden
fury
.
He
made
an
effort
to
calm
himself
.
"
Then
what
?
"
I
whispered
.
He
continued
to
stare
over
my
head
.
"
I
heard
what
they
were
thinking
,
"
he
growled
,
his
upper
lip
curling
slightly
back
over
his
teeth
.
"
I
saw
your
face
in
his
mind
.
"
He
suddenly
leaned
forward
,
one
elbow
appearing
on
the
table
,
his
hand
covering
his
eyes
.
The
movement
was
so
swift
it
startled
me
.
"
It
was
very
.
.
.
hard
-
you
can
’
t
imagine
how
hard
-
for
me
to
simply
take
you
away
,
and
leave
them
.
.
.
alive
.
"
His
voice
was
muffled
by
his
arm
.
"
I
could
have
let
you
go
with
Jessica
and
Angela
,
but
I
was
afraid
if
you
left
me
alone
,
I
would
go
looking
for
them
,
"
he
admitted
in
a
whisper
.
I
sat
quietly
,
dazed
,
my
thoughts
incoherent
.
My
hands
were
folded
in
my
lap
,
and
I
was
leaning
weakly
against
the
back
of
the
seat
.
He
still
had
his
face
in
his
hand
,
and
he
was
as
still
as
if
he
’
d
been
carved
from
the
stone
his
skin
resembled
.
Finally
he
looked
up
,
his
eyes
seeking
mine
,
full
of
his
own
questions
.
