Stolkholme syndrome?

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"Such a charming answer. If I didn't know any better I would say your getting smart with me."
"Are you going to hurt me?" I asked as I sat up.
"No." She said with an exasperated sigh. When she noticed my confused look she explained. "I'm in love with you is all. I know your suicidal and so am I. I figured it could be a teenage runaway love thing." She shrugged.
"Why did you stalk me though?" I asked.
"Huh? Oh the pictures? Those were anti stalking. I was trying to learn your every move so I could avoid you. But that got old so I decided to learn more about you. From a distance of course."
"Well that's not creepy at all. I have always had a crush on you and you just stalk me when you could ask me out?"
"I have mental issues okay." She said defensively.
"Okay. Well since you know oh so much about me. Tell me about you."
"Kay." And she hit me with more chloroform.

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