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I don’t know if it’s just the paranoia kicking in again, but I feel like I’m being followed. There’s nothing tangible, nothing I can put my finger on, but it gives me a deep sense of unease. I don’t take the most direct route to my pick-up point – far from it. I head off in the general direction of where I need to go before veering off into a side road to my right, then turning right at the end again, heading back the way I’ve just come, on a parallel road. I glance in my mirrors every couple of seconds, taking note of the cars behind me, getting to know each of them intimately.
None of them ever turn the same way as I do, but I still can’t shake that feeling of being followed. Knowing that it’s a paranoia coming from within me makes it even worse. I wouldn’t wish this feeling on my w
