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You become a stalker.You become a stalker. by *CaptainImaginary
It's late. Really late. Late as in "I should have been home hours ago because I have work in the morning". But here I sit. On the bus traveling towards the part of town where my mailbox grows.
It's dark outside as well, and the bus is lit up so I can see my own reflection in the windows. For a while I do faces towards myself because I am overly tired and there for a bit hyper, but then I notice there are a few people still out this late and they're all looking at me from the streets as the bus goes by. I decide to stop making faces.
It had been a great night. Nikita had sent out a mass text to the whole gang that read "Get yourself to my pl
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