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Monday the 5 of June
Sunday the 15 of August
Monday the 8 of June
Sunday the 13 June
Utdrag
Monday the 5 of June:
Early that morning, I awoke to the sound of thunder rumbling outside my apartment. The abrupt noise prevented me from slipping back into slumber, prompting a journey to my kitchen for a homemade breakfast. The rain, though persistent, proved to be more of an irritation than a soothing background melody.
Post-breakfast, I retreated to my room, complete with a sizable window that stirred a sense of unease. Concerned about prying eyes from neighboring apartments, I opted for the comfort of workout attire before embarking on my morning yoga routine.
Stepping out into the drizzly morning, I hopped into my car and set off. The clock ticked 7:30, signaling the commencement of the day's yoga class.
It never ceased to puzzle me why this particular individual was part of our team; traditionally, yoga classes skewed towards women. His demeanor added an extra layer of discomfort, as his lingering gaze always seemed to find its way to me.
Sunday the 15 of August.
As summer bid its farewell, the familiar routine of school resumed, marking the onset of my final year at university—an eagerly anticipated chapter.
Post-classes, I headed to my yoga session, only to find the peculiar man casting his gaze in my direction once again.
An unsettling feeling crept over me, as though his eyes were fixated on the back of my neck, even when I couldn't confirm his intent.
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