The guard looked towards the door, but she was already through it.
“There ain’t no girl there Bub. Stand still. Arms out.” He said gruffly.

“Sir, I didn’t steal anything. If you must check please hurry. I need to get that girl.” I panted.
“Fine, fine.” He huffed. “Your okay. Go. I don’t want to see you running here again!”

I walk to the door and stopped. I had been so busy talking to that guard I hadn’t noticed which way she had went. I scanned the crowds, looking for that gorgeous brown hair that adorned her beautiful head. There! I see her.

I took off again making my way through the busy New York street. She turned up ahead. She seemed to be walking just slightly faster then everyone else. As if she knew I was following her, but didn’t want me to.

I turned the corner where she had turned. Right onto a deserted street. I knew she had turned here. I saw her. Where was she? I walked a little ways down the street. As I was passing the building a hand grabbed me and pulled me in.
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