"Where was I last Saturday..." He raised his head, a mocking smile on his lips, "What does it have to do with you?"
I knew he would say that.
My palms quickly broke out in sweat, and I stared at him closely and said, "It's you, isn't it?"
He looked at me in confusion, not quite understanding what I meant: "What?"
I watched his expression, watching for any clues, but to my great regret, he looked innocent and seemed to have no idea what I was talking about.
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