Then on one of my plain days something changed something strange happened. A guy about my age came over to me and asked me for my number I stared at him blankly. Then I reached in my pocket and retrieved a piece of paper and a miniature pen. And write my phone number down. He said thank you and left. The strange events kept on coming after that the guy texted me obviously it's kind of a given. Anyways he found me at work. Stalkers man they are so creepy. So he walked up to me all cool and looked up and saw me and said "oh you work here," I replied with "yes may I help you,"?
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ParanormalJupiter a teenage girl hates humans and their ways of destroying earth. She hates ignorant morons with their thumbs in their mouths, and bloody hell how much space and money does one homisapian like really.
