The Stalker: A Narrative Fiction

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Blood pounded in his ears. The air filled with the think tension of nervousness, and the electric buzz of excitement. Ethan paced around in the living room, waiting for this girl, Spencer, who he had heard so much about. Finn had been telling him about her for months now, to the point where he felt like he knew her as well, even though they had never met. He had even taken it upon himself to look her up online, not in a weird, stalker way, of course, but to see her work for himself. Ethan had started pacing around the house, checking rooms, picking little pieces of trash, tidying things that didn't need to be tidied. He had heard that Spencer had lost her will, somewhat, to skate. It wasn't his business why, but he would do anything in his
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