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... gradually shifted into what I can only describe as paranoid rage. He stared at me so completely still that it was as if he thought I couldn't see him if he didn't move.
His gaze might have been a warning: “I know what you are, you can't fool me.” Like how teenagers get stared at when they enter a mom-and-pop convenience store.
Of course, I wasn't actually trying to fool him.
"Mr. Bellanti?" I asked quietly.
He breathed evenly and didn't blink.
"We're not h ...
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