My Obsessed Stalker

My Obsessed Stalker

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Status: On-going Posted: Feb 8, 2023 She is just a simple girl who is enjoying her life while studying. She is graduating college actually. Hindi nya alam na lagi palang may naka sunod sa kanya noon palang. That's why when her stalker showed up, she felt unsafe. She kept wondering if who is her stalker like why would someone follow where she goes. It's terrifying for her. But.... Is it really terrified she feel or it's about something that she didn't expected to be feeled by him.
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