Personal Narrative: My Paranoia

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I exited the lobby met by the cool morning breeze as I trudged a distance through the sprawling city to the bus stop, and picked away at the petals. The thud of heavy footsteps reeled me out of thought. The flower slipped from my hands as I pivoted around, but there was no one behind me.
“Maricel, Maricel, Maricel, Maricel” A voice reverberated, in a cool, guttural whisper ricocheting off the lamp poles gradually growing louder and more threatening.
I quickened my pace as my breath hitched. Then, that noise intruded upon my thoughts again, and I snapped around, but still nothing to confirm my paranoia.
After walking a few miles, the voices had stopped and I made it to the bus stop. Dropping change into the fare box, I examined my prospects

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