I think I am being watched. Walking down the streets of Paris, I feel eyes staring at me. I know it may seem like I am paranoid, but trust me, I'm not. I have also heard mumurs and people talking under their breath. I think they know something about me. I have listened to my father's advice and have behaved the way he would like me to and I can't figure out why everywhere I go it seems like I am being followed or that someone is always checking on what I am doing. It is a little spooky. I just hope this feeling ends soon.
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