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Roxy didn't write anything. I still had to buy that book and the flowers for her mum. She will text me the infos soon. She was probably sleeping now. The mysterious person didn't text anything eighter. Who was that? And why did it had my phone number? I shock my head. Suddenly a man came near me. He probably saw that I was concentrated on my phone. "Do you need help?", he asked. He probably was between 25 and 30 years old, had blond hair with green and blue strands, blue and gray eyes, a green shirt, black jeans and black shoes. Am I a magnet for men now? Maybe I shouldn't make myself that attractive. My clothes were pretty hot and my hair did their part too. But I just really liked to be beautiful. Was that a crime?

The man took my phone before I could say something. The only word I got out was "hey!" and I reached for my phone. He gave it back and said:"here, I fixed it." He just got into the settings and turned the screen light a little brighter. I shock my head again. That wasn't what I wanted. I showed him the messages from the mysterious person and complained: "there is this person I don't know who texted me. How can I stop that?" The man started to think and ran a hand through his hair. Then he took my phone again and I couldn't do anything against it. He was too fast. I was perplex and just waited. He typed on it for a minute and then gave it back to me."Done!", he declated. I stared at my phone. There was a text message. He wrote something.

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