Her Stalker
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Peter likes everything about Abby.
Her smile, her soft long dirty blonde hair, the way she laughs, how she smells, the way she dresses, the way she looks when she sleeps, how she never notices him following her, how she leaves her back window open at night for air, the way she's so kind to everyone around her.
Peter is in love with Abby, even though Abby doesn't know who Peter is.
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THE WATCHER.
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