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Maybe there isn’t a shrine or russling in the bushes. Maybe I don’t have a creepy guy running around trying to cut my hair with scissors.

But I definitely have a stalker.

It’s been going on for a few years now, starting from random text messages way back in the day (like in college). All they said was “@-” as a symbol for a rose. No number. Just a rose.

Now, it’s phone calls. And not just any phone calls. Period phone calls. I call it that because it comes regularly. Every month or so, a rapid succession of calls usually during morning hours just to spice up my life.

Well… it’s kind of annoying. I mean, sure once, it woke me up and kept me from being late to work. But picking up the phone just to have it hung up is frustrating to say the least. Argh!

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So if you’re Mr. Stalker-Man/Woman, thanks for the attention. Maybe we can have coffee sometime, and you can discover that I’m not idol-worthy.

Until then… could you stop?

Thanks!

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On the positive side…