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The phonic qualities of the word mist are worth a thought. It's mysterious and opens the inbuilt fear that you might have mistaken something bad for something good.
The swirling grey mass seemed to shift about randomly. She stared along the road ahead. Street lighting caught the heavy, moist air, occasionally, lighting it up as more brightly opaque.
A side road offered another way home. She steeled herself and continued.
Two lamp posts down - someone loitered!
Was it?
She mistrusted herself now.
He stepped out! Suddenly close!
'Thought I'd missed you. I've come to walk you home.'
It was dad.

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