When I came into my apartment, I saw the roses strewn all over my glass table. I’ll bet I forgot to close the window to the fire escape when I left in the morning. Obviously someone had been inside snooping around. Weird things like this had happened before.
There was a little stuffed bear lying on my bed.
Well, the window was open all right. I needed to write myself a big sign CLOSE WINDOW to remind myself before I left in the mornings. After all, if Sergei could get in, someone else could too.
I picked up the bear. It was all wet. Had Sergei chewed it on my bed?
Everything was pointing toward Sergei—he had brought me little presents before like a little dead mouse. The roses, well, he must have just sat there and batted them with his paw. But where had he found the stuffed bear?
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