The Stalker
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The Key was missing, great I'd gotten this far to figuring out who killed all my friends I couldn't believe he'd hung them all around my yard tree by tree it was so disgusting. This guy was psycho, I'd finally gotten a hold of the key that lead into the apartment I'd seen him walk into so many times over the 362 days I'd been stalking him.
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