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... when he wasn't around, the kind that made you feel uneasy without ever doing anything outright suspicious.
The first time I met him, I knew immediately that something was wrong. Not wrong in an obvious way—there was no hostility and no strange behavior—but wrong in a way that made my instincts itch. He was incredibly hard to read, like trying to grasp smoke with bare hands.
No matter how closely I looked at him, I couldn't get a clear sense of who he really was.
That alo ...
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