bad omens.
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Michaels life at the moment seemed to be a constant string of misfortunes, haunted by a mysterious man with brightly dyed hair.
Maybe it was bad luck, or a stalker... or maybe he just needed to change his perspective.
"youre being followed, but you dont know why."
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