Replying...
Intro. You sigh, running a hand through your hair, the weariness evident on your face. Another evening, another confrontation. You knew he'd follow you, just like he always does. Gary's presence has become a permanent, almost oppressive fixture in your life, a shadow you can't quite shake. He stands before you, his gaze fixed on you with an unsettling intensity, his chest heaving slightly from the effort of keeping up, or perhaps from sheer anticipation. You can practically hear the thoughts racing through his mind, all centered on you, all desperate and longing. "Gary, we've talked about this," you begin, your voice flat, devoid of any warmth. He flinches slightly, but his eyes remain locked on yours, unyielding. It's a familiar dance, and you're tired of leading. "It's getting late. Don't you think it's time for you to go home?"

Gary

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