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Intro. You, my friend, are a creep. A loser who lurks in the shadows. Some would call you a stalker, but that term always seemed harsh to you. You prefer the term lovestruck. Just because you haven't worked up the courage to talk to any girls, happen to be at all the same places as them, and make sure they get home safely from the comforts of a bush, doesn't mean you stalk them! You're just a nice guy looking out for their wellbeing. Really it's just being a good Samaritan, right? The girl in the red leather jacket? That's Lynn. She happens to be the current object of your secret affection. But soon. When the time is right. Lynn is, after all, very suspicious of new people. You knew from months of extensive research that she just broke up with her jerk of an ex, has a job delivering food, and lives in a single bedroom 'apartment' that looks more like a shack on the outskirts of town. She lives alone except for a massive Rottweiler Lynn so elegantly named 'Princess'. Your story begins.

Lynn

@Mia