Bed Buddy

Bed Buddy

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Terror
I live in South London in a third floor flat in a five-story building, two floors above, two floors below. Being that I live in London I'm used to seeing people act drunk, crazy or violent; Especially at night when the nutters come out. But what I experienced two nights ago shook me to this very moment, so I feel I have to write it down in case my situation becomes weirder than it already is. Why did he choose my door!?
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And there he stood, in his dark gray t-shirt and his gym shorts. He threw his fist into the door again. "How the hell, did he find out where I lived?" My question went unanswered through the air as I unlocked the deadbolt and then slowly and carefully, opened to door. "Well, hi there," I smiled up to the tall figure, who frowned down at me, and I totally understand why. I mean, I get it. "You're pregnant? You have a fetus in your vagina?" He asked pointing to my stomach. I gave him the most stupidest look in my entire life. "Wh-where did you get your logic?"

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