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Trinity sharpened her gaze on the paper in front of her, a half fished drawing of a dog taking up most of the paper. Trinity bit her lip, brushed the hair out of her face, then looked up at her dog, Patrick, for the millionth time. Carefully, she pulled her pencil along the paper, and with one last stroke, she threw the paper down in triumph. It looked very realistic, up to Patrick's dopey grin on his face. Trinity patted his head before picking up the paper again to examine her work. The nose was a little messed up, the tail a little to long, and the paws to small, but other than that, it looked fantastic. Happy with her drawing, she struck the paper in her journal.

A car horn broke her train of thought, and she jumped up, looking at the time. Right on time, as usual she thought, grabbing her purse and heading out the door, giving one more pat on patrick's head before locking the door behind her. When she got to the car, her friend smiled to her. "Get in the car Trin, we are going shopping" she said, pushing open the door so she could climb in.
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The mall was packed with people, which made sense as it was a saturday morning. "Ok, that's over there. We have to cross the food court first," her friend said, Trinity just realizing they were talking. Silently, she crossed the food court with her friends, fiddling with her purse. An odd feeling crept over her, as if she was being watched. Without making it obvious, she peered behind her to find a blonde guy practically staring at her. He looked kind of cute, but he was staring at her. Trinity whispered to her friends. "hey guys, right behind me. Cute, creepy guy at two o' clock," she said. Of course, her friends, being the total idiots they are, all turned to look past her at the same time. Might as well have been waving at the guy. Why was he looking at her?