He’d sit next to me and tell me I’m pretty or what I’m wearing is pretty. Once he put his hand on my knees and squeezed it a little. I didn’t think much of it. I thought he just liked me and he’s a nice guy. Every time he saw me, he’d always compliment me on something. Over the years, I noticed he’d go into the family room or study a lot. He’d go there even when everyone else is in the living room or backyard. A few times I saw him looking around at the books on the bookcase.
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