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Lucky for me Jimmy next door had never gotten around to fencing his yard, it being the route out of my backyard that didn't lead right past my front door.
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I slipped through the dark of his yard, and continued through the Petersons next to him, before cutting back out to the sidewalk.
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As I headed away, I couldn't help but glance back. And there she was, on my front walk. And damned if she wasn't looking right at me.
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