When I found the shoe behind my car, I knew who it belonged to and why it was there. It was Jake and he was trying to pull another prank over on me. But this time, I wasn’t going to fall for it. I steadfastly went on with my life and pushed Jake out of my mind. As the days passed, I started to wonder. Was it really a prank? If it wasn’t a prank, why was there a shoe lying in the driveway? The day the police showed up was the day I knew I should have paid attention.
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