As I sit down to write this, I imagine what you will think when you open the letter, the email or whatever it is your reading this from, will you wonder who I really am or what happened to me. Though probably not, people generally don't like to get into things that don't involve them, If so stop reading at once because I really need your help from here on out.
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The Reason Why I Wasn't Coming Home Again.
TerrorA college woman realizes she has a stalker when she finds all the blinds have one slat broken at eye-level. What is the stalker's unusual motivation, and what does the college woman do when she encounters him face to face?
