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Backpack on lap, I looked out window and watched three people taking photos of my apartment building.
I hugged the bag tighter. 6:30 PM but they're still around for a scoop that never existed. Consciously, I lowered my head in fear that they would look at the car and see me.
Greg was in the building, getting my things. He insisted I stay with him after hearing about my paparazzi situation and why they were here. I haven't told him the full story yet.
Rather than feeling surprised by how dirty Martha August was playing, I'm more baffled by myself. It's as if a part of me have expected this would happen. Nothing in particular, of course, but the worst would come at one point, and I knew it since she started threatening me. Still, to spread a baseless rumor was too much.
When Greg pic
