(No such thing.)
Not many of you know this, but I am actually a secret ninja stalker by night. I make a decent, honest effort to know everything there is to know about you, your friends, your family and your mum, and for the details that I am unsure of, I am confident that I can guess them during the course of the inevitable ‘Who the fuck are you, and why are you outside my bedroom window?’ I am sure that I have the ability to, using the myriad of information available about you on the internet and through published press, that I can construct an almost believable lie, leading you towards my innocence.
Of course, not all of what I have come to learn about you has come from the internet. Believe it or not, I hear about snippets of your life from little known members of yor expansive network of friends and acquantinces, a network that I am dismally failing to penetrate.
What I don’t hear though, I overhear. But I try not to trust that. I don’t want to believe it, because so much of it is so bad, and I refuse to believe it.
As they were walking away, they were talking about something. QED.
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