Stalker
My stalker sits across inside my neighbors home he has a rekey machine to burglarise homes cars boats golf cart awaiting disabled seniors to venture out for prescription medication groceries doctors appointments he’s a mechanic she’s been stalking me for over 23 years she craves my energy my smile my joy watching my husband and I gardening we laugh continuously she hates that the most sometimes she throws dirt on our stairs the mechanic a professor burglars no sign of breaking and enter just the key hole slides out with you key rekeyed entry after 3500 in lock smiths pop a lock security cams she sits there obsessed with my energy my smile my joy
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