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...THE END                                                                                                                           P.ANDR                             

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...THE END                                                                                                                           P.ANDR                             

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She tried to ignore him and kept on walking. She thought he was mad, but she also wondered how on Earth he knew her name. "Well - she thought - Smith issuch a common surname. There must be loads of women with this surname. Just a coincidence". Deep in thoughts as she was, she openened the radio station door. She didn't have to ring any bell, she just opened and went in. She wanted to find out who had been speaking on the radio some minutes ago. Then a woman passed by and said "Hello Alice". "Alice!. - she thought- that's my name". Another one who knows my name...". And, even worse, she was in front of a desk, and on that desk there was a sign with the name "Alice Smith" written on it. A boy approached her and handed her some papers "Alice, that's for you. By the way, you look a bit pale this morning...Are you all right?" Suddenly, she started laughing. As if waking up from a dream, she realised she was at her work place. All her fears vanished right away. Indeed, she did not like her job, but it was not that bad. It was better than feeling stalked.

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She arrived there in a few minutes. Whe she was getting in, the doorman said "Hello, Ms. Smith". She stopped when she heard her name. The doorman continued "You are a bit early today". She turned around and stared at him "Are you all right? You look a bit pale"

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That voice! I know that voice!, she thought. But she could not figure out whose that voice was. She opened the wardrobe, got her coat and left her flat. Once in the street, she stopped a cab and asked the taxi-driver to take to the radio station she was listening to a few minutes ago. She didn't know why, but she felt an urge to contact that person who was speaking to her through the air. Because she knew that voice was speaking just to her.

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Everything was in order. She tapped on the radio and it turned on again. She felt relieved now and she resumed breakfast trying to keep calm. Suddenly, she realized that there was no music playing on the radio but a man speaking. She knew that voice and began to listen to it. After a while she rushed to the wardrobe.

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.. she couldn't. She was still feeling that something or somebody was stalking her. She went to the kitchen and started to prepare her breakfast. She picked her bowl from the cupboard and she poured in some coffee. The silence was annoying her and it was making everything frightening so she decided to turn on the radio. Her favourite song was playing. Happier than before she started dancing and singing around the room. All her worries were fading away, but suddenly the music stopped. She screamed and turned around.

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She let the water run in the shower with the strange feeling that she was being observed. Impossible, there couldn't be anybody else in the one-room apartment where she lived since her divorce. She hastened out of the shower and got dressed quickly. She stood there in silence for a while. She could not hear anything at all, no strange noises or anything to be worried about. And yet.... She sneaked to the door and opened it suddenly, and, of course, she didn't find anybody there. She tried to keep calm, to take things easy but ...

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THE STORY BEGINS HERE...                                                                                                P. ANDR.

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THE STORY BEGINS HERE...                                                                                                P. ANDR.

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The alarm clock rang at the break of dawn. She woke up in a state of restlessness. What happened? She couldn't remember her dreams but she was almost sure she hadn't had a nightmare. She didn't even remember having nightmares when she was a child. She got out of bed and went to the bathroom to get ready for work.

She didn't like her job, she had never liked it. She didn't get on very well with her workmates, let alone her boss. Just the idea of going to work made her sick, but that couldn't be the reason, because she was used to that feeling, a bitter pill very difficult to swallow mainly on Monday.