Charlie slid his novel away from his face slowly. For the past fifteen minutes there had been a hole seared into his head from a stranger's gaze, and he was steadily growing anxious. His own eyes jumped from passenger to passenger as he searched for the culprit, but no one caught his attention. Several times he had tried to return to his book, but the uneasy feeling of being stalked was making the words run together in his head until he couldn't understand them. He snapped the book s
Human Delicacy
By: InDepthLook
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