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I'm shaking again it's all sick a shock that soeone is watching mt everymove

I leave the house again and go for a long walk down the beach

I love the beach because there I have so many good memorys with my mother I love the sound of trashing waves
For some odd reson the beach gives me a sense of comfort

As I'm walking I feel my wretched phone buzzing in my cardigan pocket

Unknown number : walking the beach how nice many memorys with you're mother here

Me :who is this how do u know so much about me ?

Almost imidiatly I get a reply

(Ukn= un known number )

Ukn : I can't tell u that now that would be silly

Me : fine ,but if u really know me what am i wearing ?

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⏰ Last updated: May 10, 2016 ⏰

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