I don’t know a Jackson was the first thought that crossed my mind. I walked to the front door where the man stood in the entry way. He was average height for a man, just under 6 feet, clean shaved, dark hair, and dark brown eyes with pale skin. “Hello, my name is Veronica. How can I help you?” I asked trying to sense his emotions but failing. “My name is Jackson nice to meet you.” He reached his hand out and I shook it. He was colder than usual. “My dog seems to have escaped. I moved in a few blocks over this week, I am scared he may be lost.” He finished. “Welcome to the neighborhood, I am actually moving this weekend, please excuse the mess.” I motioned around. “I haven’t seen anything yet, if you want to l
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