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    ”Emily, just be careful!” Grace called over her shoulder before going upstairs.
    Emily simply waved her hands acknowledging her friend’s concern. The evening air was clear and crisp. A light breeze was blowing and the temperature started to fall. Emily fastened her sweater buttons and strode along the cobbled path. The stars were beginning to illuminate the night, and there was a slight hint of moonlight appearing in the cloudless sky. Emily looked up to the heavens and stared blankly at the stars, as if the vastness of the sky held answers to her unsolvable questions.
    Emily noticed the university campus was unusually empty that evening. She blamed it on the weather. It was cold outside, but it seemed that she was the only one who had gotten used to the climate. The mornings were sunny and bright and just a light sweater was needed to provide enough warmth to travel from building to building and class to class. The nights grew cold, and when the sun went down, most of the students preferred to stay indoors. 
    She noticed that she had walked quite a distance from her dorm, almost to the end of the university campus. The park benches on the side looked alluring and she decided to relax before heading back to the confinements of her room. The cool breeze allowed her to unwind. She looked to her right and saw a couple sitting on one of the park benches, and to her left, someone sat alone like her. She strained her eyes towards the individual sitting on the furthest corner of the park bench and noticed it was Andrew Mitchell, Mr. Mitchell’s 26 year old son. He was a little slow, but the administrators allowed him to run small errands for the university campus. His mother took care of him most of the time. The entire family stayed in staff quarters on campus, along with their dog, Keeba. Emily noticed Keeba walking up to his master.
    They must have come here for a walk , she said to herself as she sat on the bench.
    The cute little dog’s face was illuminated by the soft light of the moon. Keeba was hopping gleefully around her master and occasionally paused to lick at his feet. Emily smiled at the dog’s antics, but didn’t want to disturb them. Keeba barked loudly a few times. Emily caught a glimpse of movement in the distance and found Mrs. Mitchell walking towards the park looking for her son. She saw a slight interaction between mother and son, and then watched them both walk off together.
    Emily had noticed Mrs. Mitchell a couple of times on the campus, but today she practically reminded her of her former neighbor, Mrs. Hampton, in her old town of Anacoco, Louisiana. The quaint little town was beautiful. Emily’s house overlooked a small lake, and just beside their family home was Mrs. Hampton’s house. Peaceful and quiet, Emily used to spend most of her time sitting on her neighbor’s porch while her mother did chores.
    While sitting down near the lonely cobbled path, Emily’s thoughts traveled back to her childhood. She was a curious child, but at the time, she had no idea what she wanted out of life. Then, something happened when she was twelve years old that influenced her decision to come to this university and pursue criminology as her major. As she watched the swaying branches of the trees, she remembered the face of her old neighbor, Mrs. Hampton. They were quite close, and Emily was here at the university because of her.
    Mrs. Hampton was in her seventies, and her husband had died a few years ago. Her children lived in the city, which left her alone most of the time. Emily remembered exploring her house and asking all sorts of questions. At that age, she always wondered if the old woman ever got bored living all alone; however, at this age, she realized staying alone was not all that bad. Her neighbor had all sorts of stories to tell, and Emily loved listening to them. There were all kinds of stories, from fairy tales and mysteries, stories about lost lands and victories, about knights in

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