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If you have a story to share, send it to Let's Not Meet Stories at gmail.com. I live in a city located in a city located in a valley with a lot of smaller towns up the surrounding hills and mountains.

It's part of the local culture for teenagers and young adults to visit these smaller areas during the winter to drink, smoke weed, and hang out with their friends.

My uncle bought a house in one of these areas, so eventually I decided to get the keys and spend

the weekend there with five of my friends. The house has two big bedrooms and three beds in each

of them and a lot of extra mattresses. At night, we decided at some

point to go back inside and just chill and watch TV, but since the living room didn't have sofas yet,

we pulled some mattresses from the bedrooms and just used them. One of my friends, Victor,

decided to go out and smoke, and after a while, we heard someone

knocking on the window just behind us.

Everyone was scared at first until we realized it was probably just Victor.

Since we were sitting on mattresses close to the ground, it wasn't easy to clearly see who was at the

window, but whoever was standing there was looking straight at one of the girls who was inside

with me, so I got up to check. That was when I saw that it was a man who somehow looked a lot like

Victor, but was an older man.

As I concluded that it was a stranger, I froze while looking at him, while he looked back at me.

I then slowly said, it's not Victor.

Everyone else froze and looked at me waiting for my reaction,

"'but all I could think of was to ask what he wanted.

"'But he just stood there for a second.

"'Finally he said,

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