quickly yet as quietly as you can. This isn't easy because the pathway is littered with dry leaves and tiny acorns from the forest oaks. Every step seemed to conjure a crackle and a crunch; the only thing worse would be the penetrating voice of a GPS telling whoever or WHATever exactly where you are. You stop to detect your your stalker although the racing of your heart and the struggle to breathe is keeping your ears from hearing-- until--there it is again-- another growl louder than the first.
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