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"What are you even thinking about?" Hannah dragged out her words again. She was exasperated with my lack of concentration these days.
"Oh…. I'm really sorry Han, I'm still… I'm just wondering what that weird man was doing there…." Come on, build on it, sound more convincing! "You know, sometimes I wonder if I have a stalker…" Okay, now I'm taking it too far. "Remember there was this weird guy who wanted an autograph, like I'm some famous Olympic medalist or something."
"Yeah, I remember that f*****g ugly weirdo," She paused for a bit, pursing her lips in thought. "Well..what…. do you think was him trying to break into your house?" Hannah looked confused as well and a little bit concerned for me, of course. "Such a f*****g creep. You know, I feel like I
