You the hell are you? I asked backing up from the woman.

Please, she begged, grabbing my arm. The smell from her was more unbearable up close. Get

off me, you old hag! I yelled, pulling myself free. She shushed me loudly. Her eyes appeared

wide, getting the area with paranoia. You want them to hear? Who'll hear? What are you

talking about? I asked. I only been a few minutes with her and I had already begun

become irritated.

FEM! She hissed. I could see the whites of her eyes gleam in the moonlight at a weak

attempt to scare me. I shook my head, unmoved. I don't have time for this. I'm really tired.

I've got to get up early. Honestly, I don't care what you do out here, but just stay away

from my car. I don't want to catch you near it again or else I'll report you. Oh, please

don't! She begged, ready to grab it again. However, I was unable to avoid her clawing hands

this time. Fine, I shot back. Just don't touch me again. I'm leaving now. As I turned

to leave, I could see the woman's head soaked to the ground. Normally, this would have been

the part where I felt sorry, but right now I didn't care. I was too tired with my mind

overwhelmed with the events that had transpired throughout the day. Besides, she was clearly

deranged in the head, possibly homeless, or maybe one of those people who lived off

the land. They started to walk away when they hit me. I thought about what else she had

said earlier. I looked back to still see her eyeing the ground, almost appearing in

a trance. I was reluctant to go back, but I had to know. What did you mean, your daughter?

How did you know about the book? I asked approaching her. Without looking up, she answered.

My daughter, I need your help to save her. Your daughter? Who's your daughter? You already

know of her. Why do you ask me? She replied looking up at me. Her eyes relayed a look of

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