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The hunt was successful.

I caught my prey.


But my stalker was the last person I fucking expected to see.




This complicates matters…





  1. So it isn’t Van Helsing? Was it Buffy? Contemplate this: What if after approximately 500 years, you come face-to-face with your mom. “Oh sorry, mother dearest. I thought you had decayed.”

    Congratulations on successfully identifying your stalker. Please excuse my stupidity…dawn is shining in my eyes & it’s distracting.

    • Alas, fictional encounters and family reunion are both out. My problem is proving to be rather more complicated.

      And stupidity is generally an anti-Darwinian offence, but I’ll make an exception. Sunshine IS fucking distracting.

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