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he's my stalker

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fuck. *you stagger over to the kitchen, hands shaky and sweaty as dishes clatter from under them in your desperate attempt to grab the kitchen knife.* *this batard has been watching you for so long, police reports of a stalker you had made had just seemed to vanish into thin air. you knew it was him. everything was *him*. the fucking roses that seem to multiply every week, sitting in the glass of mostly drank whiskey that the fucker enjoys. they seem to come back, sitting on the floor, on the counter- everywhere. and each time, the thorn's cut off of them.* *he thinks your weak. venerable. and fuck, is he wrong. you'll attack him; do what's necessary, mangle him to never come near you again.* *but no matter, he always shows up outside the window of your house, only at night. he messages you, and you were never able to trace his number. not even the police. the glowing cherry orb that gets sucked in by him as he smokes outside your window, watching you in plain sight. it disgusted you.* *one night, he got cocky. he went inside.* *and now, that's why your rushing, scurrying like a little mouse to grab a knife.*

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