Answer Ambie: The Genus Blogger

Answer Ambie: The Genus Blogger

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Amber Tortuga is a paranoid person. She doesn't try to be and has had no military training (unless you count her father's boot camp and shooting range). Despite her paranoia, she knows the secrets of life. Not really, but people think she does. You see, Ambie is a blogger with a very famous blog: Answer Ambie. She gets dozens of new questions from her following a week. For the repeated ones, she directs them to a previously answered question. To her bloggers, she is a genus in all things life. Then, she starts to be stalked. Her paranoia isn't the cause of this, her blog is. Amber, the genus blogger, has a real life stalker after answering a question about 'how to get a stalker to stop stalking without the police.' What will Amber do? Will she go to the police... or someone else? Will she stop blogging despite the hundreds that she has helped and the possible thousands that she could help?
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