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𝕸 𝖔 𝖔 𝖓: 𝖍 𝖔 𝖒 𝖊

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After a few days of roaming all over the state, from top to bottom, I finally shook off that weird feeling like someone had eyes on me.

Well, it wasn't that easy.

I've been through parts of this state I didn't even know were existing.

Turned out, there's a whole circus tucked away up in the Northwest.

I even bought myself a ticket.

I was bored, though. Plus, I was hoping to snag some free popcorn from some loser next to me.

Yet, no sign of Elena or Jake riding unicycles, juggling, or jumping through flaming hoops.

Plus, the popcorn was way too salty—saltier than that dude's pick-up lines.

Scam, 2/10, I don't recommend.

I even hit them with a 1-star review on Google.

But the $25 I blew on this cringe-fest was at least worth ditching that something that's been shadowing me.

A few days of my little trip, picking the wildest routes, swapping rides, and bouncing around from place to place, and I finally shook off that trail.

But what really matters is that I went all out to ditch it for one specific reason.

To finally get here, safe and sound, with no one lurking to find anything out.

Home;