So what if she was desperate, psychotic and completely ruining my long-dreamed of vacation to Central America? all that mattered to me was that i had a stalker! and it didn’t even matter that my stalker started stalking me the day after her previous victim successfully left town aboard a helicopter in the middle of the night, leaving no trace of his whereabouts. Nope, all that mattered was that i was the object of some screwed-up chick’s obsession and that i must admit was pretty cool.
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