Invisible

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From my window I saw a stranger in black standing in the opposite alleyway.

He had been there since the morning.

We haven't seen in his face.

My brother thinks that he is a detective, my best friend thinks he is a burglar.

He is now seeing me through that same window.

I got a glimpse of what lay beneath that hat.

Nothing.

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